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Chapter 12
It was Monday morning, and that meant another week of lessons. The four hobbits had quite improved, actually, and they were getting the hang of being wizards.
After breakfast, they all headed up to History of Magic taught by Professor Binns. Merry and Pippin looked sulky.
"What's the matter, you two?" Hermione asked them.
"We don't like this class," Pippin whined.
"Much too boring," Merry added. Harry and Ron laughed as Hermione started to give them a quick lecture on the 'importance of knowing one's wizarding past.'
"Oh, yeah? What's so great about it?" Pippin murmured as they entered the classroom, Hermione ending her lecture. They took their seats as Professor Binns soared through the chalkboard.
Frodo rested his head in his hand as the droning voice of the ghost-teacher took hold of him and sent him into a dream.
He was walking in the Shire, and everything was easy and the sun was shining through the leaves of the great trees surrounding him. He walked down the path a little ways and stopped in front of Bag End, his home. He climbed up the garden path and opened the green, round door.
Inside, everything was disordered and a complete mess. Tables were upside down, papers littered the house, and books and paintings and chairs and who knew what else was strewn across the floor. Everything was in disarray. Suddenly, Frodo heard a cold voice behind him:
"Come home, Halfling? Now perhaps I can finish you and claim what is mine-"
Frodo turned around and saw a great, red, fiery eye, with a slit for its pupil. It filled Frodo's vision; he could see nothing else except for that hideous eye-
Frodo felt himself being shaken by Harry.
"Wake up! We're going to be late for Potions!"
Frodo jumped out of his seat as he quickly followed Harry out the door to the classroom, trying to get the image of his dream out of his mind.
In Potions, they had been assigned yet another difficult potion by Professor Snape, and one had to follow the instructions carefully in order to get it done right. Sam and Hermione had no trouble at all, Ron, Merry, and Pippin were managing, but Harry and Frodo had no luck whatsoever.
"Your potion should now be a thick green color," Snape informed the class. Frodo looked over at Harry's potion, which was a bright crimson, and then examined at his own, which alas was turquoise.
He frowned as he added another ingredient, unaware of the warning of how much to put in, and suddenly a loud BANG and a rather large puff of smoke emitted from his cauldron. He coughed, and looked up in time to see Professor Snape make his way towards him.
"Well, well, well- what do we have here? The new students, I suppose?" he asked the four. They nodded. Every student in the class was staring at them.
Snape skeptically examined Frodo's potion. He looked back at the hobbit with cold, dark eyes.
"What is that supposed to be?" he asked Frodo.
"Well," replied Frodo, in what he thought was politeness, "it is supposed to be the potion you assigned to us, is it not?"
Snape looked evilly at him. "But it is not the appropriate color and reacted differently then the REAL potion was supposed to do, which was to emit yellow sparks. Did it emit yellow sparks?"
Frodo glared at him; he did not like this man. Now he saw why Ron, Harry, and the other Gryffindors hated him so much.
"No, it did not," said Frodo through clenched teeth. "But I will be sure it does next time, on my account. I wouldn't want you to explain to me again that I have made one careless mistake. Or do you just like to manipulate your students for your enjoyment?"
Snape, slightly taken aback, growled softly for only Frodo to hear, "I will NOT be talked to in that way! 20 points from Gryffindor! And it is not my own fault if you are just as bad as Potter here," Snape added with a murderous look in Harry's direction. He glanced one last time at Frodo before stalking off to pester Neville.
At lunch in the Great Hall, all the Gryffindors who were present at Potions class congratulated Frodo on his stand-up to the awful teacher. Frodo only half-heartedly thanked them, as he sat down to eat his lunch. Harry, who had seen this, asked,
"Why so glum? You just told Snape to back off!"
"It was brilliant!" Ron added cheerfully. Frodo sighed.
"But I lost our House 20 points. And I didn't 'tell him off,' I just merely stated that he should be more understanding of his student's faults, everyone makes a mistake sometime in their life." Frodo paused. He had heard that before. But where? He shook his head as Hermione started talking.
"That is exactly what I think, Frodo!" stated a shocked Hermione. "I thought no one else would ever understand that! See, Ron?" She rounded on her unexpected victim.
"Wha-?" he said through a mouthful of food.
"Snape's not just there to make your life miserable," Hermione continued, unaware of Ron's bad manners. "He just needs to- lighten up a bit. He probably takes personal things out on us. It's probably not his fault."
Ron and Harry stared at her. She went back to her food, blushing slightly. "Well, it could be true-"
Another class of Divination passed slowly. VERY slowly. The hobbits, including Ron and Harry, thought this class was a waste of time.
"Maybe we should have done what Hermione did," Harry told Ron as they sat and flipped through The Dream Oracle.
"You mean high-tail it out of here?" Ron replied.
"Yep. But I guess it's too late now-"
"Yeah, probably-" And they spent the rest of the class trying to interpret their dreams. Frodo, on the other hand, kept his dream while attending History of Magic class to himself.
After they descended the ladder leading to Professor Trelawney's room, they made their way down to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Hermione, as usual, stood waiting for them outside the door. Once they entered, they took up the seats they normally sat in. Professor Umbridge was already at her desk.
"Good afternoon, class," she said in that breathy, falsely-sweet voice.
"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," the class grumbled.
"Now, wands away, and if you will turn to where we left off in 'Defensive Magical Theory,' there will be no need to talk." She finished speaking and looked around the room, as the shuffling sounds of students getting out their books could be heard.
Pippin, who was sitting next to Ron, heard him let out a great sigh. He turned to Merry, who was on his other side, and catching Pippin's gaze he merely shrugged. Pippin frowned and raised his hand. (He was taught to do that by Hermione, after a little incident in Transfiguration) Professor Umbridge ignored him, as she continued to look around the room, clearly avoiding him.
Pippin looked at her determinedly as he switched his tired right arm to his left, and the movement caught Hermione's eye. She looked at him with surprise. She then, all of a sudden, raised her hand as well.
Umbridge, seeing this, got up from her desk and strolled down the seats of the students, until she eventually came to Pippin. He was startled, and looked at Hermione as she gave him a slight wink and put her hand down.
"Yes, Mr.-?"
"Um, Took?"
"Mr. Took. Do you have a question?"
Pippin glanced at Merry, who was looking at him with astonishment on his face, and then back to the toad-like Professor.
"Uh- I-I was just wondering-" began Pippin as he stumbled over the words. Apparently, he was nervous to the fact of the teacher being so close.
"Yes?" asked Umbridge, with that fake voice of hers.
"Erm- is- all we do- read that book? During class?" Pippin asked her. She flashed a "kind" smile at him as she leaned in closer, so that only he could hear her.
"Now, Mr. Took, in order to understand Defense Against the Dark Arts, we must learn their theories. If we understand their theories, then we can understand the spells." Poor Pippin was trembling now.
"Yes, but- don't we need to- uh- practice them? The spells?"
Her falsely-cheerful voice turned harsh. "Mr. Took, if you continue to contradict me in this matter of my way of teaching, then you will find yourself in detention. Is that clear?"
Pippin nodded his head, a scared look on his face. He didn't want to spend any time with THIS woman!
"Now, I suggest you go back to your book. We will learn the theories, that is all you need to know. If you know the theories, you will perform the spell correctly. I want no more discussion of this matter out of you." And with that, she turned back to her desk.
Merry looked at Pippin with a slight look of awe on his face.
"How'd you do that?" he whispered as quietly as he could.
Pippin weakly shook his head.
A/N: POOR PIPPIN! If I was there, I would've punched that slimeball they call a 'Professor' straight in the- Ok, sorry. Lost myself. But you gotta admit, it's a pretty intense chapter! Do you like my little pearl of wisdom about Snape? Hehe. For some reason, I like Snape half of the time- DON'T SUE ME FOR IT! But Frodo's my fave hobbit, so I wanted to put him with Snape. But I still think that Pippin's awesome! Have you guys ever taken those personality tests about what hobbit you are? For some reason I keep getting Pippin! So if you:
Like the story
Like Frodo or Pippin (or any of the other hobbits- I LOVE THEM ALL!)
Don't like the story
Have suggestions
Then go ahead and Review! Thanks! ---- I'm hungry. Hey, I guess I am like Pippin! LOL.
Chapter 12
It was Monday morning, and that meant another week of lessons. The four hobbits had quite improved, actually, and they were getting the hang of being wizards.
After breakfast, they all headed up to History of Magic taught by Professor Binns. Merry and Pippin looked sulky.
"What's the matter, you two?" Hermione asked them.
"We don't like this class," Pippin whined.
"Much too boring," Merry added. Harry and Ron laughed as Hermione started to give them a quick lecture on the 'importance of knowing one's wizarding past.'
"Oh, yeah? What's so great about it?" Pippin murmured as they entered the classroom, Hermione ending her lecture. They took their seats as Professor Binns soared through the chalkboard.
Frodo rested his head in his hand as the droning voice of the ghost-teacher took hold of him and sent him into a dream.
He was walking in the Shire, and everything was easy and the sun was shining through the leaves of the great trees surrounding him. He walked down the path a little ways and stopped in front of Bag End, his home. He climbed up the garden path and opened the green, round door.
Inside, everything was disordered and a complete mess. Tables were upside down, papers littered the house, and books and paintings and chairs and who knew what else was strewn across the floor. Everything was in disarray. Suddenly, Frodo heard a cold voice behind him:
"Come home, Halfling? Now perhaps I can finish you and claim what is mine-"
Frodo turned around and saw a great, red, fiery eye, with a slit for its pupil. It filled Frodo's vision; he could see nothing else except for that hideous eye-
Frodo felt himself being shaken by Harry.
"Wake up! We're going to be late for Potions!"
Frodo jumped out of his seat as he quickly followed Harry out the door to the classroom, trying to get the image of his dream out of his mind.
In Potions, they had been assigned yet another difficult potion by Professor Snape, and one had to follow the instructions carefully in order to get it done right. Sam and Hermione had no trouble at all, Ron, Merry, and Pippin were managing, but Harry and Frodo had no luck whatsoever.
"Your potion should now be a thick green color," Snape informed the class. Frodo looked over at Harry's potion, which was a bright crimson, and then examined at his own, which alas was turquoise.
He frowned as he added another ingredient, unaware of the warning of how much to put in, and suddenly a loud BANG and a rather large puff of smoke emitted from his cauldron. He coughed, and looked up in time to see Professor Snape make his way towards him.
"Well, well, well- what do we have here? The new students, I suppose?" he asked the four. They nodded. Every student in the class was staring at them.
Snape skeptically examined Frodo's potion. He looked back at the hobbit with cold, dark eyes.
"What is that supposed to be?" he asked Frodo.
"Well," replied Frodo, in what he thought was politeness, "it is supposed to be the potion you assigned to us, is it not?"
Snape looked evilly at him. "But it is not the appropriate color and reacted differently then the REAL potion was supposed to do, which was to emit yellow sparks. Did it emit yellow sparks?"
Frodo glared at him; he did not like this man. Now he saw why Ron, Harry, and the other Gryffindors hated him so much.
"No, it did not," said Frodo through clenched teeth. "But I will be sure it does next time, on my account. I wouldn't want you to explain to me again that I have made one careless mistake. Or do you just like to manipulate your students for your enjoyment?"
Snape, slightly taken aback, growled softly for only Frodo to hear, "I will NOT be talked to in that way! 20 points from Gryffindor! And it is not my own fault if you are just as bad as Potter here," Snape added with a murderous look in Harry's direction. He glanced one last time at Frodo before stalking off to pester Neville.
At lunch in the Great Hall, all the Gryffindors who were present at Potions class congratulated Frodo on his stand-up to the awful teacher. Frodo only half-heartedly thanked them, as he sat down to eat his lunch. Harry, who had seen this, asked,
"Why so glum? You just told Snape to back off!"
"It was brilliant!" Ron added cheerfully. Frodo sighed.
"But I lost our House 20 points. And I didn't 'tell him off,' I just merely stated that he should be more understanding of his student's faults, everyone makes a mistake sometime in their life." Frodo paused. He had heard that before. But where? He shook his head as Hermione started talking.
"That is exactly what I think, Frodo!" stated a shocked Hermione. "I thought no one else would ever understand that! See, Ron?" She rounded on her unexpected victim.
"Wha-?" he said through a mouthful of food.
"Snape's not just there to make your life miserable," Hermione continued, unaware of Ron's bad manners. "He just needs to- lighten up a bit. He probably takes personal things out on us. It's probably not his fault."
Ron and Harry stared at her. She went back to her food, blushing slightly. "Well, it could be true-"
Another class of Divination passed slowly. VERY slowly. The hobbits, including Ron and Harry, thought this class was a waste of time.
"Maybe we should have done what Hermione did," Harry told Ron as they sat and flipped through The Dream Oracle.
"You mean high-tail it out of here?" Ron replied.
"Yep. But I guess it's too late now-"
"Yeah, probably-" And they spent the rest of the class trying to interpret their dreams. Frodo, on the other hand, kept his dream while attending History of Magic class to himself.
After they descended the ladder leading to Professor Trelawney's room, they made their way down to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Hermione, as usual, stood waiting for them outside the door. Once they entered, they took up the seats they normally sat in. Professor Umbridge was already at her desk.
"Good afternoon, class," she said in that breathy, falsely-sweet voice.
"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," the class grumbled.
"Now, wands away, and if you will turn to where we left off in 'Defensive Magical Theory,' there will be no need to talk." She finished speaking and looked around the room, as the shuffling sounds of students getting out their books could be heard.
Pippin, who was sitting next to Ron, heard him let out a great sigh. He turned to Merry, who was on his other side, and catching Pippin's gaze he merely shrugged. Pippin frowned and raised his hand. (He was taught to do that by Hermione, after a little incident in Transfiguration) Professor Umbridge ignored him, as she continued to look around the room, clearly avoiding him.
Pippin looked at her determinedly as he switched his tired right arm to his left, and the movement caught Hermione's eye. She looked at him with surprise. She then, all of a sudden, raised her hand as well.
Umbridge, seeing this, got up from her desk and strolled down the seats of the students, until she eventually came to Pippin. He was startled, and looked at Hermione as she gave him a slight wink and put her hand down.
"Yes, Mr.-?"
"Um, Took?"
"Mr. Took. Do you have a question?"
Pippin glanced at Merry, who was looking at him with astonishment on his face, and then back to the toad-like Professor.
"Uh- I-I was just wondering-" began Pippin as he stumbled over the words. Apparently, he was nervous to the fact of the teacher being so close.
"Yes?" asked Umbridge, with that fake voice of hers.
"Erm- is- all we do- read that book? During class?" Pippin asked her. She flashed a "kind" smile at him as she leaned in closer, so that only he could hear her.
"Now, Mr. Took, in order to understand Defense Against the Dark Arts, we must learn their theories. If we understand their theories, then we can understand the spells." Poor Pippin was trembling now.
"Yes, but- don't we need to- uh- practice them? The spells?"
Her falsely-cheerful voice turned harsh. "Mr. Took, if you continue to contradict me in this matter of my way of teaching, then you will find yourself in detention. Is that clear?"
Pippin nodded his head, a scared look on his face. He didn't want to spend any time with THIS woman!
"Now, I suggest you go back to your book. We will learn the theories, that is all you need to know. If you know the theories, you will perform the spell correctly. I want no more discussion of this matter out of you." And with that, she turned back to her desk.
Merry looked at Pippin with a slight look of awe on his face.
"How'd you do that?" he whispered as quietly as he could.
Pippin weakly shook his head.
A/N: POOR PIPPIN! If I was there, I would've punched that slimeball they call a 'Professor' straight in the- Ok, sorry. Lost myself. But you gotta admit, it's a pretty intense chapter! Do you like my little pearl of wisdom about Snape? Hehe. For some reason, I like Snape half of the time- DON'T SUE ME FOR IT! But Frodo's my fave hobbit, so I wanted to put him with Snape. But I still think that Pippin's awesome! Have you guys ever taken those personality tests about what hobbit you are? For some reason I keep getting Pippin! So if you:
Like the story
Like Frodo or Pippin (or any of the other hobbits- I LOVE THEM ALL!)
Don't like the story
Have suggestions
Then go ahead and Review! Thanks! ---- I'm hungry. Hey, I guess I am like Pippin! LOL.