So, where did we leave off? Oh, yes, Journalism. Muahahahaha...
The room was silent. Nobody dared talk, because Michael would rip their head off.
(And Draco was having enough head problems.) Their first issue of Husky Talk Quarterly was
due by Friday, and judging by the way things were going, this wasn't going to happen. All
was lost. Stephanie was ruining fashion, and Claire and Hermione were in the middle of a
cat fight. Not to mention the yelling going on in News.
"I don't even understand why we have to write the stupid paper. Nobody is here but us."
Leanna said.
"Just because we do. You'll see why later. Now don't contradict me." Micheal snapped back.
"She'll do whatever she wants." Said Draco.
"STAY OUT OF THIS!" Yelled Leanna.
"Yeah, Dragon Boy." Said Michael. Draco was obviously hurt, but that didn't last long. He soon
was interested in the cat fight once more.
"Now, what do you mean, "we'd see'" Asked Leanna.
"You'll just have to wait. Now drop the subject, and het to work."
"But what if we don't want to?" Neville piped up. It was the first time her had spoken. Once
he'd realized what he'd said, he turned all red and his eye's got big. "I... I'm sorry. I... I
did... didn't mean it." He pleaded. Then entire room was quiet. Everyone wanted to see what was
going to happen to poor Neville.
"You, outside. NOW!" Yelled Michael, pointing at Neville. Neville shook frantically, but
got up and walked toward the door, with Michael at his heels. Everyone ran to the window to see
what was going to happen. Everyone, that is, except Draco.
Draco was doing something more productive. He was rummaging through Michael's things. He
pulled out a piece of paper, and said, "OMG. You guy's come over here, quick." Everyone pulled
their attention away from Neville being lectured and yelled at, and looked toward Draco. When
they saw his eyes, they ran over to him. (Hermione decided to stay at the window.)
"What is it?" Asked Claire. Draco held up the paper and Harry took it from him.
"This is the same thing that we caught Filch with in second year." He said.
"OMG. Michael's a Squib." Stephanie said, joyfully.
"Do you know what this means?" Asked Leanna.
"He can't do any magic!" Claire and Ron said in unison. They looked at each other, and turned
red.
"We have an advantage over him!" Draco responded.
Just then, the door knob turned. Draco stuffed the paper back into the backpack, and
everyone ran for their seats. To everyone's surprise, Neville wasn't with him.
"Longbottom is no longer a part of this class." He said menacingly.
"But he just said what is on his mind!" Shouted Hermione.
"Do you wish to join him?"
"Why, yes, I do!"
"Fine. Go then. I shall notify Dumbledore."
Hermione grabbed her bag, and headed for the door.
"Ha ha, Hermione's got a boyfriend!" Claire teased.
"I'm not through with you yet!" Hermione said as she slammed the door.
"Now, get working. I want your proofs by tomorrow." Michael warned as he sat down.
"Here are mine." Stephanie said as she handed him some papers.
"Hm, now that's a good worker. Let's see what you have, 'What's Hot, What's Not', A Break Down
of Fashion', "Do's and Don'ts' Excellent. You get an A." Ron took the paers, and started to
read them.
"But, these have nothing to do with real fashion!" He said.
"But of coarse they do!" Stephanie retorted. And the argument was on.
Meanwhile, Leanna, Draco, Claire, and Harry had snuck into a corner, and were whispering.
"Okay, are we all set?" Asked Harry softly.
"Yep." Everyone responded.
"Let's go!" Said Claire.
Draco walked over to Michael, and tapped him on the shoulder.
"What do you..." BAM! Draco punched him square in that face. Ron ran over, and gaged him with
his sweater. Claire pushed him down into his chair, and tied him up with some rope that she had
found. Harry and Leanna picked him up, and put him in the middle of the room. Claire explained
to Ron and Stephanie what to do, and they all pulled out their wands. All at once, they yelled,
"Rictusempra!" and snaked flew out everywhere. They slithered toward Michael, and he started to
panic. His eye's got bigger, and he turned bright red. It was hilarious.
Then the door opened. Dumbledore was standing in the doorway, shock written all over his
face. "What in the...?" He said as he pulled out his wand. "Finitay Incontartm!" All of the
snakes blew into smithereens. "What do you think you are doing?! Get him free at ONCE!" Everyone
ran over to Michael, and started to let him go.
"Headmaster, we..." Harry began.
"I know Harry, that's why I am here."
"What do you mean?" Asked Stephanie.
"We have found that Michael is not the beat candidate for your instructor."
"But..." Michael said.
"THAT," Dumbledore interrupted, "Is why we have found a new instructor for you." Oliver Wood
stepped in the door, and Stephanie fainted.
The room was silent. Nobody dared talk, because Michael would rip their head off.
(And Draco was having enough head problems.) Their first issue of Husky Talk Quarterly was
due by Friday, and judging by the way things were going, this wasn't going to happen. All
was lost. Stephanie was ruining fashion, and Claire and Hermione were in the middle of a
cat fight. Not to mention the yelling going on in News.
"I don't even understand why we have to write the stupid paper. Nobody is here but us."
Leanna said.
"Just because we do. You'll see why later. Now don't contradict me." Micheal snapped back.
"She'll do whatever she wants." Said Draco.
"STAY OUT OF THIS!" Yelled Leanna.
"Yeah, Dragon Boy." Said Michael. Draco was obviously hurt, but that didn't last long. He soon
was interested in the cat fight once more.
"Now, what do you mean, "we'd see'" Asked Leanna.
"You'll just have to wait. Now drop the subject, and het to work."
"But what if we don't want to?" Neville piped up. It was the first time her had spoken. Once
he'd realized what he'd said, he turned all red and his eye's got big. "I... I'm sorry. I... I
did... didn't mean it." He pleaded. Then entire room was quiet. Everyone wanted to see what was
going to happen to poor Neville.
"You, outside. NOW!" Yelled Michael, pointing at Neville. Neville shook frantically, but
got up and walked toward the door, with Michael at his heels. Everyone ran to the window to see
what was going to happen. Everyone, that is, except Draco.
Draco was doing something more productive. He was rummaging through Michael's things. He
pulled out a piece of paper, and said, "OMG. You guy's come over here, quick." Everyone pulled
their attention away from Neville being lectured and yelled at, and looked toward Draco. When
they saw his eyes, they ran over to him. (Hermione decided to stay at the window.)
"What is it?" Asked Claire. Draco held up the paper and Harry took it from him.
"This is the same thing that we caught Filch with in second year." He said.
"OMG. Michael's a Squib." Stephanie said, joyfully.
"Do you know what this means?" Asked Leanna.
"He can't do any magic!" Claire and Ron said in unison. They looked at each other, and turned
red.
"We have an advantage over him!" Draco responded.
Just then, the door knob turned. Draco stuffed the paper back into the backpack, and
everyone ran for their seats. To everyone's surprise, Neville wasn't with him.
"Longbottom is no longer a part of this class." He said menacingly.
"But he just said what is on his mind!" Shouted Hermione.
"Do you wish to join him?"
"Why, yes, I do!"
"Fine. Go then. I shall notify Dumbledore."
Hermione grabbed her bag, and headed for the door.
"Ha ha, Hermione's got a boyfriend!" Claire teased.
"I'm not through with you yet!" Hermione said as she slammed the door.
"Now, get working. I want your proofs by tomorrow." Michael warned as he sat down.
"Here are mine." Stephanie said as she handed him some papers.
"Hm, now that's a good worker. Let's see what you have, 'What's Hot, What's Not', A Break Down
of Fashion', "Do's and Don'ts' Excellent. You get an A." Ron took the paers, and started to
read them.
"But, these have nothing to do with real fashion!" He said.
"But of coarse they do!" Stephanie retorted. And the argument was on.
Meanwhile, Leanna, Draco, Claire, and Harry had snuck into a corner, and were whispering.
"Okay, are we all set?" Asked Harry softly.
"Yep." Everyone responded.
"Let's go!" Said Claire.
Draco walked over to Michael, and tapped him on the shoulder.
"What do you..." BAM! Draco punched him square in that face. Ron ran over, and gaged him with
his sweater. Claire pushed him down into his chair, and tied him up with some rope that she had
found. Harry and Leanna picked him up, and put him in the middle of the room. Claire explained
to Ron and Stephanie what to do, and they all pulled out their wands. All at once, they yelled,
"Rictusempra!" and snaked flew out everywhere. They slithered toward Michael, and he started to
panic. His eye's got bigger, and he turned bright red. It was hilarious.
Then the door opened. Dumbledore was standing in the doorway, shock written all over his
face. "What in the...?" He said as he pulled out his wand. "Finitay Incontartm!" All of the
snakes blew into smithereens. "What do you think you are doing?! Get him free at ONCE!" Everyone
ran over to Michael, and started to let him go.
"Headmaster, we..." Harry began.
"I know Harry, that's why I am here."
"What do you mean?" Asked Stephanie.
"We have found that Michael is not the beat candidate for your instructor."
"But..." Michael said.
"THAT," Dumbledore interrupted, "Is why we have found a new instructor for you." Oliver Wood
stepped in the door, and Stephanie fainted.