~*CHAPTER TWO*~
Even though I have gotten exactly zero reviews, I decided to type up this chapter anyway. Although I think nobody reads my fic . . . * sniff *
Will someone PLEASE tell me how to make bold/italics/underline/align center?!?!?!?!?! Thanks.
I had a little problem deciding which category to put this fic into, PPG or Harry Potter? But then I decided Harry Potter because this is almost exactly like Harry's first year, only with the PPG in it. And cheese. Lots of cheese.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. PPG belongs to Cartoon Network, and Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Bubbles's Point of View
I was so excited about being a witch that I actually got up early, like at five o' clock! I jumped around (quietly, knowing Blossom and Buttercup wouldn't want to be waken yet, and I do not desire being screamed at that early) for five whole minutes and took out One thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi from my trunk, and sat down on my bed and began to read. I stopped at six-thirty, marked my page with my special bookmark, tiptoed over to Blossom's bed (Buttercup hates being woken before seven) and shook her awake, just to annoy her. Blossom's eyes flew open and I stepped away from the bed, knowing what was about to happen next. Blossom zoomed out of her four-poster bed. (See, if I hadn't stepped out of the way she'd have run straight into me) Then she ran to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, took a shower, and at promptly seven o'clock sharp, screamed at me for waking her by shaking her (she prefers being wakened by her alarm clock. She hates being shaken, I don't know why, so don't ask me), which woke Buttercup and Hermione up. Buttercup brushed her teeth while Blossom and I were packing our things for classes, and then I went in and brushed my teeth, and Hermione went in. Professor McGonagall had given us our schedules last night at dinner, and we had Herbology with the Hufflepuffs first. We walked down the stairs and to the greenhouse, not wanting to disobey the Professor's instructions, which were to only use our powers in an emergency. And going to class wasn't really. An emergency, I mean. Unless, of course, according to Blossom, we were late. I mean for class.
We arrived at the greenhouses five minutes early. We milled around for a while, talking about lessons, then the rest of the class arrived, minus Harry and Ron, who arrived late, apparently having had some sort of run-in with Filch, the caretaker. Professor Sprout took a point each from Gryffindor for being late, and Blossom and Hermione looked ready to kill. Presumably Harry and Ron had noticed this, because while we were listening to Professor Sprout lecture about how to take good care of Flitterblooms (they are so pretty! I want one in my room), they stood as far away from us as possible.
End of Bubbles's POV
Blossom's POV
I could kill Harry and Ron.
Imagine, being late for the very first class on the very first day of their very first year at Hogwarts, and getting points taken off too! Ooh, I could kill them, like I said before. But I won't, because violence is not the answer.
After Herbology we had Transfiguration. Turns out I have a natural talent for Transfiguration. Professor McGonagall, according to Harry, Ron, and Buttercup, is really strict. Well, she may be a teensy little bit too caring about the rules, (then again, Hermione and I are, too --- at least that's what Ron, Harry, Bubbles and Buttercup say) but she's really very nice, providing you don't arrive late to class or whatever. She gave us all matchsticks and told us all to start trying to turn them into needles. By the end of class, only Hermione and I had made any difference to them. Ugh. I mean, it's not that hard, once you get the hang of it! It's so easy! Professor McGonagall gave us five points each, which at least somewhat makes up for the points Harry and Ron lost in Herbology.
I like Hermione. She's smart, like me. She knows a lot, even more than I do, because Bubbles and Buttercup are always getting me to go down to the lake or whatever with them, leaving me with no time to go to the library, which Hermione does every break. Next time I'm going to the library too. I've heard from Hermione that it's HUGE! Oh, joy!
End of Blossom's POV
Buttercup's POV
Ugh. Only the first day of classes and already we've got points taken off Gryffindor. Oh well, at least it's only two points. And anyway, Blossom and Hermione managed to earn those points back and get extra ones, too. Points, I mean. We have Potions next. It sounds easy enough.
~*After Potions*~ (still Buttercup's POV)
Well, now I have an extra job keeping Blossom and Hermione away from Harry and Ron. What is WRONG with those girls? I mean, it's only Two. Solitary. Points!
Harry managed to get on the wrong side of Professor Snape, who is Head of Slytherin House. Ron commented that he wouldn't be in Slytherin even if somebody paid him. I agree with him. Harry says there wasn't a witch or wizard in Slytherin who hadn't gone bad. And I don't really want to go 'bad'. Snape is especially nice to the Slytherins and especially mean to the Gryffindors. And it just so happens, according to my schedule, that every single Potions class we have are with the Slytherins, which means we can watch Snape favor them to pieces, if that makes any sense. It makes me sick.
Apparently Snape really hates Harry for no reason. Snape took two points off Gryffindor, because a) Harry didn't know the answer to three questions and suggested that Snape ask Hermione instead, and b) because Harry didn't tell Neville Longbottom, another Gryffindor, not to add the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire. It wasn't so bad for me, though. At least I managed to finish my potion without hurting anybody, even if it wasn't completely perfect. Of course, Hermione and Blossom, the know-it-alls, got their potions perfect. Snape didn't have any criticisms to make, but he didn't give any points to them either, on account of them both being Gryffindors. Darn.
End of Buttercup's POV
Hermione's POV
Four whole points taken off Gryffindor today! FOUR POINTS! And all because of Harry and Ron! Ugh! Blossom, like me, looked ready to kill. I like Blossom. She's so smart. And nice, and prompt, never late, unlike some people I could mention. Hmph.
After Potions we had Charms. It was fun. Professor Flitwick taught us (well, SOME of us) to do a Levitating Charm. Actually, Blossom and I were the only ones who got it. It's really easy, so easy! I don't understand why no one else got it!
Blossom came with me to the library today. She said she wanted some peace and quiet to read Hogwarts: A History, which I told her was very interesting. Well, we definitely got peace and quiet. Madam Pince's (the librarian) motto is 'Silence is Golden', which I agree. For the library, anyway. I don't mind a little noise outside of the library.
Maybe that's the reason I hate rock concerts. I don't mind classical music, though.
Harry's POV
WHY does Snape hate me so much? I suppose I should have expected it, though, Ron did say he favors the Slytherins. But even though I'm not a Slytherin, why did he have to pick on me? Why me? I've never done anything to him, right? Well, there was that one time where Ron and I were setting up a prank on Malfoy . . . well, it's not my fault he stepped on the Dungbomb! He set it off, as well . . . At least he didn't get blamed for it! (The Great Hall had to be evacuated. Just as well, I suppose. . . Hermione Granger would have told McGonagall anyway. Stupid girl . . . can't even plan a prank in peace with her around.)
I LOOK so weird as well. I mean, look at me! I'm skinny, with really pale skin that makes me look like I'm in urgent need of Madam Pomfrey (I did NOT mean that the way it sounded), really messy (I mean REALLY messy) black hair (yes, black -- not dark brown, not navy blue (ha!), black. You know, like the bird in To Kill a Mockingbird? See, I'm so much of a freak I even read that book and enjoyed it! I mean, practically NO ONE likes that 'long, boring book'. Okay, I'm babbling again.) that doesn't go with the rest of me at all (well, it goes, actually, quite well with my school robes). I practically look like that guy who didn't like his nose so much he cut if off and stuck a chicken on it.
Oh well, I suppose it could be worse.
For example, I could have a chicken where my nose used to be.
End of Harry's POV
Ron's POV
I'm friends with Harry Potter! Cool.
End of Ron's POV
End of second chapter! It's only 4 pages long on Microsoft Word. . . : ( Heh. : p
Even though I have gotten exactly zero reviews, I decided to type up this chapter anyway. Although I think nobody reads my fic . . . * sniff *
Will someone PLEASE tell me how to make bold/italics/underline/align center?!?!?!?!?! Thanks.
I had a little problem deciding which category to put this fic into, PPG or Harry Potter? But then I decided Harry Potter because this is almost exactly like Harry's first year, only with the PPG in it. And cheese. Lots of cheese.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. PPG belongs to Cartoon Network, and Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Bubbles's Point of View
I was so excited about being a witch that I actually got up early, like at five o' clock! I jumped around (quietly, knowing Blossom and Buttercup wouldn't want to be waken yet, and I do not desire being screamed at that early) for five whole minutes and took out One thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi from my trunk, and sat down on my bed and began to read. I stopped at six-thirty, marked my page with my special bookmark, tiptoed over to Blossom's bed (Buttercup hates being woken before seven) and shook her awake, just to annoy her. Blossom's eyes flew open and I stepped away from the bed, knowing what was about to happen next. Blossom zoomed out of her four-poster bed. (See, if I hadn't stepped out of the way she'd have run straight into me) Then she ran to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, took a shower, and at promptly seven o'clock sharp, screamed at me for waking her by shaking her (she prefers being wakened by her alarm clock. She hates being shaken, I don't know why, so don't ask me), which woke Buttercup and Hermione up. Buttercup brushed her teeth while Blossom and I were packing our things for classes, and then I went in and brushed my teeth, and Hermione went in. Professor McGonagall had given us our schedules last night at dinner, and we had Herbology with the Hufflepuffs first. We walked down the stairs and to the greenhouse, not wanting to disobey the Professor's instructions, which were to only use our powers in an emergency. And going to class wasn't really. An emergency, I mean. Unless, of course, according to Blossom, we were late. I mean for class.
We arrived at the greenhouses five minutes early. We milled around for a while, talking about lessons, then the rest of the class arrived, minus Harry and Ron, who arrived late, apparently having had some sort of run-in with Filch, the caretaker. Professor Sprout took a point each from Gryffindor for being late, and Blossom and Hermione looked ready to kill. Presumably Harry and Ron had noticed this, because while we were listening to Professor Sprout lecture about how to take good care of Flitterblooms (they are so pretty! I want one in my room), they stood as far away from us as possible.
End of Bubbles's POV
Blossom's POV
I could kill Harry and Ron.
Imagine, being late for the very first class on the very first day of their very first year at Hogwarts, and getting points taken off too! Ooh, I could kill them, like I said before. But I won't, because violence is not the answer.
After Herbology we had Transfiguration. Turns out I have a natural talent for Transfiguration. Professor McGonagall, according to Harry, Ron, and Buttercup, is really strict. Well, she may be a teensy little bit too caring about the rules, (then again, Hermione and I are, too --- at least that's what Ron, Harry, Bubbles and Buttercup say) but she's really very nice, providing you don't arrive late to class or whatever. She gave us all matchsticks and told us all to start trying to turn them into needles. By the end of class, only Hermione and I had made any difference to them. Ugh. I mean, it's not that hard, once you get the hang of it! It's so easy! Professor McGonagall gave us five points each, which at least somewhat makes up for the points Harry and Ron lost in Herbology.
I like Hermione. She's smart, like me. She knows a lot, even more than I do, because Bubbles and Buttercup are always getting me to go down to the lake or whatever with them, leaving me with no time to go to the library, which Hermione does every break. Next time I'm going to the library too. I've heard from Hermione that it's HUGE! Oh, joy!
End of Blossom's POV
Buttercup's POV
Ugh. Only the first day of classes and already we've got points taken off Gryffindor. Oh well, at least it's only two points. And anyway, Blossom and Hermione managed to earn those points back and get extra ones, too. Points, I mean. We have Potions next. It sounds easy enough.
~*After Potions*~ (still Buttercup's POV)
Well, now I have an extra job keeping Blossom and Hermione away from Harry and Ron. What is WRONG with those girls? I mean, it's only Two. Solitary. Points!
Harry managed to get on the wrong side of Professor Snape, who is Head of Slytherin House. Ron commented that he wouldn't be in Slytherin even if somebody paid him. I agree with him. Harry says there wasn't a witch or wizard in Slytherin who hadn't gone bad. And I don't really want to go 'bad'. Snape is especially nice to the Slytherins and especially mean to the Gryffindors. And it just so happens, according to my schedule, that every single Potions class we have are with the Slytherins, which means we can watch Snape favor them to pieces, if that makes any sense. It makes me sick.
Apparently Snape really hates Harry for no reason. Snape took two points off Gryffindor, because a) Harry didn't know the answer to three questions and suggested that Snape ask Hermione instead, and b) because Harry didn't tell Neville Longbottom, another Gryffindor, not to add the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire. It wasn't so bad for me, though. At least I managed to finish my potion without hurting anybody, even if it wasn't completely perfect. Of course, Hermione and Blossom, the know-it-alls, got their potions perfect. Snape didn't have any criticisms to make, but he didn't give any points to them either, on account of them both being Gryffindors. Darn.
End of Buttercup's POV
Hermione's POV
Four whole points taken off Gryffindor today! FOUR POINTS! And all because of Harry and Ron! Ugh! Blossom, like me, looked ready to kill. I like Blossom. She's so smart. And nice, and prompt, never late, unlike some people I could mention. Hmph.
After Potions we had Charms. It was fun. Professor Flitwick taught us (well, SOME of us) to do a Levitating Charm. Actually, Blossom and I were the only ones who got it. It's really easy, so easy! I don't understand why no one else got it!
Blossom came with me to the library today. She said she wanted some peace and quiet to read Hogwarts: A History, which I told her was very interesting. Well, we definitely got peace and quiet. Madam Pince's (the librarian) motto is 'Silence is Golden', which I agree. For the library, anyway. I don't mind a little noise outside of the library.
Maybe that's the reason I hate rock concerts. I don't mind classical music, though.
Harry's POV
WHY does Snape hate me so much? I suppose I should have expected it, though, Ron did say he favors the Slytherins. But even though I'm not a Slytherin, why did he have to pick on me? Why me? I've never done anything to him, right? Well, there was that one time where Ron and I were setting up a prank on Malfoy . . . well, it's not my fault he stepped on the Dungbomb! He set it off, as well . . . At least he didn't get blamed for it! (The Great Hall had to be evacuated. Just as well, I suppose. . . Hermione Granger would have told McGonagall anyway. Stupid girl . . . can't even plan a prank in peace with her around.)
I LOOK so weird as well. I mean, look at me! I'm skinny, with really pale skin that makes me look like I'm in urgent need of Madam Pomfrey (I did NOT mean that the way it sounded), really messy (I mean REALLY messy) black hair (yes, black -- not dark brown, not navy blue (ha!), black. You know, like the bird in To Kill a Mockingbird? See, I'm so much of a freak I even read that book and enjoyed it! I mean, practically NO ONE likes that 'long, boring book'. Okay, I'm babbling again.) that doesn't go with the rest of me at all (well, it goes, actually, quite well with my school robes). I practically look like that guy who didn't like his nose so much he cut if off and stuck a chicken on it.
Oh well, I suppose it could be worse.
For example, I could have a chicken where my nose used to be.
End of Harry's POV
Ron's POV
I'm friends with Harry Potter! Cool.
End of Ron's POV
End of second chapter! It's only 4 pages long on Microsoft Word. . . : ( Heh. : p