Somathings In This World Just Don't Make Sense
Chapter 5
Marcus looked around. There was no one anywhere. He thought then caved in on the right thing to do. He was going to take her to the hospital wing, to Madam Pomfrey. He bent down and helped her up, being especialy careful around her wrist.
"Let me go you jerk!" she tried to pull away from him and was suprised to find he wasn't leading her to the Slytherin dorms. "Wh...where are you taking me?" she stuttered. She stopped sturggling and walked along with Marcus.
"I'm taking you to the hospital wing." he groaned. She looked at him suspsiously and wondered if she should trust him. She decided everyone deserves a second chance.
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After class, Ron was still puzzling over what Malfoy had said. He walked slowly to Transfiguration. He reached the door then stopped. He'd ask Professer McGonagall. That's what he'd do. He just had to know where Margaret was.
Ron opened the door and walked up to the desk where a tall fire-red haired witch sat, waiting for the rest of her class to arrive. She looked up from the paper she was correcting and cocked her head to one side.
"Yes, Mr.Weasley?" she asked in her english accent. She peered down at him through her round specticals and waited.
"Um...Professer McGonagall, I was wondering if you knew where Ms. Margaret Smith was." he looked at her and shifted the books in his arms.
"Well, I have recived a call from Madam Pomfrey saying that she had broken her wrist and needed to stay there for a little while. She told me that she couldn't come to my class. Why?" she showed only the slightest sign of a smile on her ever-persed lips. Ron gasped as silently as he could.
"No reason." McGonagall nodded and went back to her paper. He walked slowly to his seat and dropped his books next to Harry. Harry looked up and showed him a picture he had gotten off of the secret school newspaper, The F&G Report, that Fred and George had created. Ron loooked at it and smiled. It showed an enlarged picture of Margaret singing. He smiled as he watched the picture move.
"Where's the newspaper part?" Ron asked. Harry shrugged and answered.
"I got the picture from Cho. She told me to give it to you." Harry handed it to him and shook his head.
"What?" Ron asked, looking up from the singing picture.
"I dunno." Harry shrugged again.
Ron looked back to the picture and overheard Seamus Finnigan talking in the loud way that he always did.
"Have you read the paper today?"he asked Dean Tomas. Dean shook his head and answered.
"No, I haven't been able to find Fred and George to buy a copy off them." Seamus laughed.
"Here, read mine." he handed Dean the paper, and after a few seconds of scanning the page, he began to laugh. Ron was curious, so he did the first thing he could think of.
"Can I see that?" he asked Dean. Dean's face got a stoney look and he turned his head slowly to Seamus. Seamus shrugged a bit then took the paper from Dean and handed it to an unsuspecting Ron.
"What!?" he almost screamed as he read the headline of the newspaper. It said RON WEASLEY RUINS CONSERT FOR NEW (AND MAY WE ADD FINE) RAVENCLAW STUDENT, MARGARET SMITH. He was horrified. He forced himself to read the first and second paragraphs whitch are as follows:
We have a new student, Margaret Ann Smith, and she is very talented. She can sing. She can dance and she can even live through an event that has been the talk of the school for some time now. Now, before we tell you about her almost life-changing event, let's tell you a couple of things about her. Margaret Ann Smith is an exchange student from the Drakebind school of wizardy in Los Angelos, California in the United States of America. She has been sorted in to Ravneclaw and has had a consert here already. That leads us to our information about her almost life-changing event.
Yesterday, Margaret Smith had a consert. Everything was going fine until our brother, Ronald Weasley, jumped on stage and began dueling with Margaret's obvious dancing partner, Draco Malfoy. Poor Margaret ran out of there, crying. What a jerk! Can't Ickle Ronniekins keep his hands to himself?
Chapter 5
Marcus looked around. There was no one anywhere. He thought then caved in on the right thing to do. He was going to take her to the hospital wing, to Madam Pomfrey. He bent down and helped her up, being especialy careful around her wrist.
"Let me go you jerk!" she tried to pull away from him and was suprised to find he wasn't leading her to the Slytherin dorms. "Wh...where are you taking me?" she stuttered. She stopped sturggling and walked along with Marcus.
"I'm taking you to the hospital wing." he groaned. She looked at him suspsiously and wondered if she should trust him. She decided everyone deserves a second chance.
*~*~**~~**~~***~~~***~~~****~~~~****~~~~*
After class, Ron was still puzzling over what Malfoy had said. He walked slowly to Transfiguration. He reached the door then stopped. He'd ask Professer McGonagall. That's what he'd do. He just had to know where Margaret was.
Ron opened the door and walked up to the desk where a tall fire-red haired witch sat, waiting for the rest of her class to arrive. She looked up from the paper she was correcting and cocked her head to one side.
"Yes, Mr.Weasley?" she asked in her english accent. She peered down at him through her round specticals and waited.
"Um...Professer McGonagall, I was wondering if you knew where Ms. Margaret Smith was." he looked at her and shifted the books in his arms.
"Well, I have recived a call from Madam Pomfrey saying that she had broken her wrist and needed to stay there for a little while. She told me that she couldn't come to my class. Why?" she showed only the slightest sign of a smile on her ever-persed lips. Ron gasped as silently as he could.
"No reason." McGonagall nodded and went back to her paper. He walked slowly to his seat and dropped his books next to Harry. Harry looked up and showed him a picture he had gotten off of the secret school newspaper, The F&G Report, that Fred and George had created. Ron loooked at it and smiled. It showed an enlarged picture of Margaret singing. He smiled as he watched the picture move.
"Where's the newspaper part?" Ron asked. Harry shrugged and answered.
"I got the picture from Cho. She told me to give it to you." Harry handed it to him and shook his head.
"What?" Ron asked, looking up from the singing picture.
"I dunno." Harry shrugged again.
Ron looked back to the picture and overheard Seamus Finnigan talking in the loud way that he always did.
"Have you read the paper today?"he asked Dean Tomas. Dean shook his head and answered.
"No, I haven't been able to find Fred and George to buy a copy off them." Seamus laughed.
"Here, read mine." he handed Dean the paper, and after a few seconds of scanning the page, he began to laugh. Ron was curious, so he did the first thing he could think of.
"Can I see that?" he asked Dean. Dean's face got a stoney look and he turned his head slowly to Seamus. Seamus shrugged a bit then took the paper from Dean and handed it to an unsuspecting Ron.
"What!?" he almost screamed as he read the headline of the newspaper. It said RON WEASLEY RUINS CONSERT FOR NEW (AND MAY WE ADD FINE) RAVENCLAW STUDENT, MARGARET SMITH. He was horrified. He forced himself to read the first and second paragraphs whitch are as follows:
We have a new student, Margaret Ann Smith, and she is very talented. She can sing. She can dance and she can even live through an event that has been the talk of the school for some time now. Now, before we tell you about her almost life-changing event, let's tell you a couple of things about her. Margaret Ann Smith is an exchange student from the Drakebind school of wizardy in Los Angelos, California in the United States of America. She has been sorted in to Ravneclaw and has had a consert here already. That leads us to our information about her almost life-changing event.
Yesterday, Margaret Smith had a consert. Everything was going fine until our brother, Ronald Weasley, jumped on stage and began dueling with Margaret's obvious dancing partner, Draco Malfoy. Poor Margaret ran out of there, crying. What a jerk! Can't Ickle Ronniekins keep his hands to himself?