Anyone who knows me will know that this isnt exactly fiction.hehehe.
Hour 1
It was after lunch in Hogwarts, and six third-year friends, all hyped on sugar, were making their way to History of Magic class. And as always, some were more hyper than most.
*
"Hee hee hee!" Ivy Shapherd giggled, whizzing down the banister of the Hogwarts staircase. "This is SO COOL!"
"Ya might want to get down, Ivy," Monti Connor advised, her short brown hair flying in her face as her friend whooshed past her. "Yeah, you don't want to fall," Lys Goldberg called after her as Ivy's long brown hair whipped past.
"Okay," Ivy answered, and jumped off right as one of the staircases was about to change.
Just then, they heard black, clunky boots and a rich voice.
"And then they left it off as a cliffhanger! I mean, they should have at least told when she was going to have the kid! God, I hate American soap operas," came the voice of Riven Somerset from down the hall.
A higher, hoarse-sounding voice joined her.
"You're so right, Riven, I mean."
It was Ella Wood, Ivy could have recognized her anywhere.
Ivy picked herself up off the floor and grinned. "Hey Riv, hey Ella!"
Riven grinned, giving Ivy, Monti and Lys a high five.
The five walked in silence down the corridor, and were almost ready to go into the History of Magic classroom when all of a sudden, Savenya Freeland came flying past and slammed smack dab into Lys. "Hey, hey, sorry I'm late!" Savenya smiled.
She held up a cartoon cow.
"Like him?"
Ivy, Riven and Ella started laughing, while Lys and Monti caught each other's eye and sighed dramatically.
The three walked casually in, and waited for the normal HoM chaos.
*
Ivy stared hard at the board. She couldn't believe that Professor Binns could be a teacher and still have illegible handwriting.
Distracted by various giggling voices from behind her, Ivy swung around. As usual, Lys, Monti and Savenya were at it again. The three were always writing weird messages on their papers instead of taking notes, and sometimes (especially Savenya) drawing odd cartoon animals on their parchment.
"SHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" came a loud whisper from across the room, followed by stifled laughter. Ivy turned back around to the front of the room just in time to see Riven and Ella looking over the rest of the class with laughter in their eyes.
Monti rolled her eyes, and shoved her short hair into a ponytail.
"Y'know, Riven, you and Ella are the--"
"Zip it!" Riven interrupted.
"ones-"
"No-zipit-up-up-nope-no-ah-no-zip-" Riven kept intervening, complete with hand motions.
"who are--"
"NOPE-ZIPIT-UP-UP-UP-UP-NOPE-SH!" Riven filibustered, more loudly this time.
"Talking," Monti finished, brown eyes looking dangerous.
"Monti, stop," Lys giggled, laying a hand on Monti's arm, but laughing just the same.
"Riven." Ivy began to say, with a hint of amusement on her tongue.
"No! Sh! Ah-nope-no-up-up-no-sh-ZIPIT!" Riven burst out between giggles. She and Ella looked at each other for a long moment, and then burst out laughing again.
"Riven, stop telling people to be quiet," Monti said matter-of- factly.
Lys spun, her medium length brown hair trailing in an arc behind her. "Monti," Lys began, "it's not like--"
"Lyyyys!" Monti groaned. She slapped Lys lightly on the shoulder.
"Okay, why does everyone hit me?!" Lys burst out, although everyone knew she was just kidding. "Everyone always hits me! See, Coach Binns, Monts hit me!"
"It's 'cause you're just so hittable, Lys," Ivy replied. She caught Savenya's eye, and they both winked.
"Stop calling him Coach," Ella remarked.
"Ella! I--"
A noise rang out through the air, and the six looked up to see who it was. Professor Binns stood there, sound still emitting from the Bell Charm he'd cast over the voices of the young witches.
"Class.settle down," Professor Binns said tiredly.
He turned to Riven and Ella.
"Ella, go to your seat."
"This is my seat, Professor!" Ella pleaded, sweet and innocent as any day. She and Riven gave Professor Binns the big-eyed puppy look.
"Ella, please. Just go sit by Isabel like you always do."
Ella tilted her head down, her short brown hair bobbing it its bunlike pigtails.
"But I'll be good this time, Professor Binns, I honestly swear! I won't talk! Just please let me sit here!"
A snort of laughter came from Tobias, the boy who sat on Ivy's left. Ivy caught Tobias's eye and they both rolled their eyes.
"Ella, you say that every single History of Magic class, and then you talk to Riven the whole freakin time," Monti pointed out, rolling her eyes. She tried to hint at Lys to help her out, but Lys was too busy looking over Savenya's shoulder and laughing at her cartoon punk.
"Ella, just go to your seat," repeated Professor Binns.
"But I- "
"Now."
Ella begrudgingly obliged.
*
"Review."
Ivy couldn't believe that it was possible for the professor to say "review" in that boring of a drone, but hey. It was.
There was only one problem, and that was the fact that Ella and Lys were passing out blackboards.
Blackboards.
Hehehe whatcha think? This is only the first chappie, and trust me, there's more.hehehe, thanks. ~ IceKestrel
Hour 1
It was after lunch in Hogwarts, and six third-year friends, all hyped on sugar, were making their way to History of Magic class. And as always, some were more hyper than most.
*
"Hee hee hee!" Ivy Shapherd giggled, whizzing down the banister of the Hogwarts staircase. "This is SO COOL!"
"Ya might want to get down, Ivy," Monti Connor advised, her short brown hair flying in her face as her friend whooshed past her. "Yeah, you don't want to fall," Lys Goldberg called after her as Ivy's long brown hair whipped past.
"Okay," Ivy answered, and jumped off right as one of the staircases was about to change.
Just then, they heard black, clunky boots and a rich voice.
"And then they left it off as a cliffhanger! I mean, they should have at least told when she was going to have the kid! God, I hate American soap operas," came the voice of Riven Somerset from down the hall.
A higher, hoarse-sounding voice joined her.
"You're so right, Riven, I mean."
It was Ella Wood, Ivy could have recognized her anywhere.
Ivy picked herself up off the floor and grinned. "Hey Riv, hey Ella!"
Riven grinned, giving Ivy, Monti and Lys a high five.
The five walked in silence down the corridor, and were almost ready to go into the History of Magic classroom when all of a sudden, Savenya Freeland came flying past and slammed smack dab into Lys. "Hey, hey, sorry I'm late!" Savenya smiled.
She held up a cartoon cow.
"Like him?"
Ivy, Riven and Ella started laughing, while Lys and Monti caught each other's eye and sighed dramatically.
The three walked casually in, and waited for the normal HoM chaos.
*
Ivy stared hard at the board. She couldn't believe that Professor Binns could be a teacher and still have illegible handwriting.
Distracted by various giggling voices from behind her, Ivy swung around. As usual, Lys, Monti and Savenya were at it again. The three were always writing weird messages on their papers instead of taking notes, and sometimes (especially Savenya) drawing odd cartoon animals on their parchment.
"SHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" came a loud whisper from across the room, followed by stifled laughter. Ivy turned back around to the front of the room just in time to see Riven and Ella looking over the rest of the class with laughter in their eyes.
Monti rolled her eyes, and shoved her short hair into a ponytail.
"Y'know, Riven, you and Ella are the--"
"Zip it!" Riven interrupted.
"ones-"
"No-zipit-up-up-nope-no-ah-no-zip-" Riven kept intervening, complete with hand motions.
"who are--"
"NOPE-ZIPIT-UP-UP-UP-UP-NOPE-SH!" Riven filibustered, more loudly this time.
"Talking," Monti finished, brown eyes looking dangerous.
"Monti, stop," Lys giggled, laying a hand on Monti's arm, but laughing just the same.
"Riven." Ivy began to say, with a hint of amusement on her tongue.
"No! Sh! Ah-nope-no-up-up-no-sh-ZIPIT!" Riven burst out between giggles. She and Ella looked at each other for a long moment, and then burst out laughing again.
"Riven, stop telling people to be quiet," Monti said matter-of- factly.
Lys spun, her medium length brown hair trailing in an arc behind her. "Monti," Lys began, "it's not like--"
"Lyyyys!" Monti groaned. She slapped Lys lightly on the shoulder.
"Okay, why does everyone hit me?!" Lys burst out, although everyone knew she was just kidding. "Everyone always hits me! See, Coach Binns, Monts hit me!"
"It's 'cause you're just so hittable, Lys," Ivy replied. She caught Savenya's eye, and they both winked.
"Stop calling him Coach," Ella remarked.
"Ella! I--"
A noise rang out through the air, and the six looked up to see who it was. Professor Binns stood there, sound still emitting from the Bell Charm he'd cast over the voices of the young witches.
"Class.settle down," Professor Binns said tiredly.
He turned to Riven and Ella.
"Ella, go to your seat."
"This is my seat, Professor!" Ella pleaded, sweet and innocent as any day. She and Riven gave Professor Binns the big-eyed puppy look.
"Ella, please. Just go sit by Isabel like you always do."
Ella tilted her head down, her short brown hair bobbing it its bunlike pigtails.
"But I'll be good this time, Professor Binns, I honestly swear! I won't talk! Just please let me sit here!"
A snort of laughter came from Tobias, the boy who sat on Ivy's left. Ivy caught Tobias's eye and they both rolled their eyes.
"Ella, you say that every single History of Magic class, and then you talk to Riven the whole freakin time," Monti pointed out, rolling her eyes. She tried to hint at Lys to help her out, but Lys was too busy looking over Savenya's shoulder and laughing at her cartoon punk.
"Ella, just go to your seat," repeated Professor Binns.
"But I- "
"Now."
Ella begrudgingly obliged.
*
"Review."
Ivy couldn't believe that it was possible for the professor to say "review" in that boring of a drone, but hey. It was.
There was only one problem, and that was the fact that Ella and Lys were passing out blackboards.
Blackboards.
Hehehe whatcha think? This is only the first chappie, and trust me, there's more.hehehe, thanks. ~ IceKestrel