Co Authors: MeiDarkreign and AnDrEwSrObOt
This chapter was written by: GoldenLion : )
Mary now had a huge decision to make: either attend that bloody class or leave the school. * I don't need that flippin' class anyway!* she thought.
Rachel and Mary had missed most of their classes because of their "appointment". Rachel was kept in the Hospital Wing that night, and her dinner was sent up. Mary proceeded to the Great Hall for her dinner. "Mary, over hear!" shouted Fred.
Mary went and sat next to George and the gang on the house table. "How's Rachel?" Harry asked. "She's a bit better, but just a little stupider than usual!" Mary said. "Is she eating in the Hospital Wing?" asked Marc. "Yeah!" said Mary.
They all ate dinner quickly because they all had a bunch of homework. Lucky for Mary she didn't have any since she missed all her classes.
"Your lucky, Mary, we have to write an essay on the origin of lava plants for Herbology." said Sangeeta. "One foot of parchment!" said Harry. "Well, I have to read four chapters in Transfiguration and write an essay on why rabbits can't be turned into fire breathing slugs." Hermione stated proudly. "Oh, BOLLOCKS!" Sangeeta shouted, "I wrote my Herbology essay on the parchment I was supposed to write my Defense Against the Dark Arts one on!" "I'll be up till' midnight trying to write this!"
Sangeeta was right. Not only her, but everyone stayed up late trying too finish their mountains of homework. Mary stayed up and helped the others with their work, since she was so bloody smart. Hermione didn't take any help from Mary, even if she might have needed it.
"Finally!" said Ron, "I'm finished!" "Me too!" Harry and Sangeeta said drowsily together. "We better turn in, it's late." Hermione said. "I have a choice." Mary said in the silence as everyone headed to his or her side of the commonroom. "What?" Marc said. "Because of what I did to Rachel." "What?" said Harry. "They're making me decide: either go to an Anger Management class or leave." "Leave where?" asked Sangeeta. "Leave Hogwarts." "BLODDY HELL!" "What are you going to do?" Marc asked. "I don't know." Mary answered.
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The next morning everyone, except Mary, was awake early. No one could sleep the night before. They were all to worried about her. (Well, you know Marc; he doesn't have the slightest clue of what's going on. He just stayed up because he thought it was in his contract. ????? Go figure.) They were all sitting around the fire in the commonroom as the sun was rising. Mary came in and looked confused.
"What's going on here, you all look like you've just been to an owls funeral?" "I didn't know an owl died!" "Who's was it!?" Marc sounded alarmed. "When do you have to go to Dumbledore's office?" Sangeeta asked. "Oh, in about ten minutes." Mary replied. "So what's your decision?" Harry asked. "I'll just have to go to that damn anger management class." "My parents would kill me if they found out why I was sitting on the door step when they came back from Bermuda." "Anyways, I don't have friends like you guys back home."
The commonroom fell silent as Mary said these caring words. ********* Now it was just awkward silence.
"I think that's enough happy hour for today." "I better be going now." Mary told the others. "Do you want us to come?" Hermione asked. "Yeah, I could do with some friendly support." "Your not gonna cry or anything, are you?" asked Marc.
They all stared at him as he was losing a couple hundred brain cells, which were coming out of his ears.
"If I do, your going to be there to give me tissues, aren't you Marc?" Mary asked sarcastically, pretending to cry.
Marc had a confused; I have no idea what she's talking about expression on his face.
"We better be going." Mary said.
They quietly walked out of the warm commonroom and into the cold hallway. Professor Dumbledore's office seemed a long way away.
A/N: Puh – lease review! TBC
This chapter was written by: GoldenLion : )
Mary now had a huge decision to make: either attend that bloody class or leave the school. * I don't need that flippin' class anyway!* she thought.
Rachel and Mary had missed most of their classes because of their "appointment". Rachel was kept in the Hospital Wing that night, and her dinner was sent up. Mary proceeded to the Great Hall for her dinner. "Mary, over hear!" shouted Fred.
Mary went and sat next to George and the gang on the house table. "How's Rachel?" Harry asked. "She's a bit better, but just a little stupider than usual!" Mary said. "Is she eating in the Hospital Wing?" asked Marc. "Yeah!" said Mary.
They all ate dinner quickly because they all had a bunch of homework. Lucky for Mary she didn't have any since she missed all her classes.
"Your lucky, Mary, we have to write an essay on the origin of lava plants for Herbology." said Sangeeta. "One foot of parchment!" said Harry. "Well, I have to read four chapters in Transfiguration and write an essay on why rabbits can't be turned into fire breathing slugs." Hermione stated proudly. "Oh, BOLLOCKS!" Sangeeta shouted, "I wrote my Herbology essay on the parchment I was supposed to write my Defense Against the Dark Arts one on!" "I'll be up till' midnight trying to write this!"
Sangeeta was right. Not only her, but everyone stayed up late trying too finish their mountains of homework. Mary stayed up and helped the others with their work, since she was so bloody smart. Hermione didn't take any help from Mary, even if she might have needed it.
"Finally!" said Ron, "I'm finished!" "Me too!" Harry and Sangeeta said drowsily together. "We better turn in, it's late." Hermione said. "I have a choice." Mary said in the silence as everyone headed to his or her side of the commonroom. "What?" Marc said. "Because of what I did to Rachel." "What?" said Harry. "They're making me decide: either go to an Anger Management class or leave." "Leave where?" asked Sangeeta. "Leave Hogwarts." "BLODDY HELL!" "What are you going to do?" Marc asked. "I don't know." Mary answered.
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The next morning everyone, except Mary, was awake early. No one could sleep the night before. They were all to worried about her. (Well, you know Marc; he doesn't have the slightest clue of what's going on. He just stayed up because he thought it was in his contract. ????? Go figure.) They were all sitting around the fire in the commonroom as the sun was rising. Mary came in and looked confused.
"What's going on here, you all look like you've just been to an owls funeral?" "I didn't know an owl died!" "Who's was it!?" Marc sounded alarmed. "When do you have to go to Dumbledore's office?" Sangeeta asked. "Oh, in about ten minutes." Mary replied. "So what's your decision?" Harry asked. "I'll just have to go to that damn anger management class." "My parents would kill me if they found out why I was sitting on the door step when they came back from Bermuda." "Anyways, I don't have friends like you guys back home."
The commonroom fell silent as Mary said these caring words. ********* Now it was just awkward silence.
"I think that's enough happy hour for today." "I better be going now." Mary told the others. "Do you want us to come?" Hermione asked. "Yeah, I could do with some friendly support." "Your not gonna cry or anything, are you?" asked Marc.
They all stared at him as he was losing a couple hundred brain cells, which were coming out of his ears.
"If I do, your going to be there to give me tissues, aren't you Marc?" Mary asked sarcastically, pretending to cry.
Marc had a confused; I have no idea what she's talking about expression on his face.
"We better be going." Mary said.
They quietly walked out of the warm commonroom and into the cold hallway. Professor Dumbledore's office seemed a long way away.
A/N: Puh – lease review! TBC
