We're Not Mary-Sues, Honestly!
Chapter 2: In Which Malfoy Gets A Faceful Of Claws
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter & Co. [insert witty disclaimer joke here]
Sorry it took me so long to do the second chapter. I was a bit preoccupied with stuff... but here it is, finally! Thank you to Silver Meteor, Morphmaniac, and JadedRoses for reviewing, and to Michelle, for giving me a very good idea or two. And now, on with the story!
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"Well... alright." said Harry. "But only if you help us get rid of those... things."
"Agreed," said the black-haired girl, and sat down, pushing her trunk under her seat. The hamster promptly jumped off her owner's shoulder and made for the window. The other two girls rolled their eyes, and shut the window. The brown-haired girl grabbed the hamster and put it into her pocket. Ron was a bit bewildered.
"Hey, um..." he said.
"Her name's Michelle," supplied the tallest girl.
"Yeah, um, Michelle?" asked Ron, still a bit confused. "Why does your hamster keep trying to jump out the window?"
"That's like asking, why is the Hogwarts Express painted red? Nobody knows. Gutenburg's just a weird little hamster." said the girl with black hair, shrugging.
At this, the other two girls laughed. "Oh, come on, Olga," said Michelle. "Who are YOU to talk about weirdness?"
"Oh, so now I'M the weird one? I wasn't the one who put a dried fish in Oleg's pocket back in seventh--" Olga's reply was cut short by an angry yell from Harry. Apparently the tall girl's cat had leaped from her arms onto Harry's head. Everybody dissolved into laughter.
"Now you see why I used to hate Crookshanks so much, Harry." said Ron, grinning at the expression on Harry's face. "How do YOU like having a cat for a hat?"
"Yeah, Harry," said Hermione, still giggling. "Don't look so upset-- it's all the rage now! Everybody's getting cats to wear on their heads these days."
"Come on, Toby, get off his head," Olga said to the cat. "We wouldn't want you to get turned into a badger or something." Toby simply hissed. Harry gave another yell.
"That damned beast just stuck his claws into my head! Get it OFF!"
"Charnette! Come help me! It's your cat!" said Olga beseechingly to the tall girl.
"All right," she said, getting up and pulling a long, thin wand out of her sleeve. "Normally he does what people tell him, but this requires action." Charnette slowly advanced on Harry with her wand out, her eyes fixed on the hissing cat.
The next two events happened so quickly that nobody realized what was going on until a few seconds later.
First, the compartment door opened, and Malfoy stuck his head inside, probably to make his usual snide remark.
At the same moment, Toby saw Charnette coming with her wand out, and he attempted to leap out the door.
Of course, he landed claws-first on Malfoy's face.
When all the panic had subsided and Malfoy had gone screaming down the train about insane beasts, Luna remarked, "Well, Toby, congratulations. We've never been able to get Malfoy to leave that quickly." Toby only purred and went back to his new favorite perch-- Harry's head.
Harry groaned. It was going to be a loooong year.
Chapter 2: In Which Malfoy Gets A Faceful Of Claws
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter & Co. [insert witty disclaimer joke here]
Sorry it took me so long to do the second chapter. I was a bit preoccupied with stuff... but here it is, finally! Thank you to Silver Meteor, Morphmaniac, and JadedRoses for reviewing, and to Michelle, for giving me a very good idea or two. And now, on with the story!
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"Well... alright." said Harry. "But only if you help us get rid of those... things."
"Agreed," said the black-haired girl, and sat down, pushing her trunk under her seat. The hamster promptly jumped off her owner's shoulder and made for the window. The other two girls rolled their eyes, and shut the window. The brown-haired girl grabbed the hamster and put it into her pocket. Ron was a bit bewildered.
"Hey, um..." he said.
"Her name's Michelle," supplied the tallest girl.
"Yeah, um, Michelle?" asked Ron, still a bit confused. "Why does your hamster keep trying to jump out the window?"
"That's like asking, why is the Hogwarts Express painted red? Nobody knows. Gutenburg's just a weird little hamster." said the girl with black hair, shrugging.
At this, the other two girls laughed. "Oh, come on, Olga," said Michelle. "Who are YOU to talk about weirdness?"
"Oh, so now I'M the weird one? I wasn't the one who put a dried fish in Oleg's pocket back in seventh--" Olga's reply was cut short by an angry yell from Harry. Apparently the tall girl's cat had leaped from her arms onto Harry's head. Everybody dissolved into laughter.
"Now you see why I used to hate Crookshanks so much, Harry." said Ron, grinning at the expression on Harry's face. "How do YOU like having a cat for a hat?"
"Yeah, Harry," said Hermione, still giggling. "Don't look so upset-- it's all the rage now! Everybody's getting cats to wear on their heads these days."
"Come on, Toby, get off his head," Olga said to the cat. "We wouldn't want you to get turned into a badger or something." Toby simply hissed. Harry gave another yell.
"That damned beast just stuck his claws into my head! Get it OFF!"
"Charnette! Come help me! It's your cat!" said Olga beseechingly to the tall girl.
"All right," she said, getting up and pulling a long, thin wand out of her sleeve. "Normally he does what people tell him, but this requires action." Charnette slowly advanced on Harry with her wand out, her eyes fixed on the hissing cat.
The next two events happened so quickly that nobody realized what was going on until a few seconds later.
First, the compartment door opened, and Malfoy stuck his head inside, probably to make his usual snide remark.
At the same moment, Toby saw Charnette coming with her wand out, and he attempted to leap out the door.
Of course, he landed claws-first on Malfoy's face.
When all the panic had subsided and Malfoy had gone screaming down the train about insane beasts, Luna remarked, "Well, Toby, congratulations. We've never been able to get Malfoy to leave that quickly." Toby only purred and went back to his new favorite perch-- Harry's head.
Harry groaned. It was going to be a loooong year.