Net-speak
By Barbi Bee
A/n:The characters are not mine they are merely borrowed for the duration of this fic.
Dedication: To Penny C for a Great Line
Having received the latest model computer for Christmas, Hermione found that she was spending almost every available moment on line in various chat rooms. Unfortunately it also meant that she wasn't doing her homework, at least not properly. She had done rough drafts of her assignments on Notepad but hadn't revised them or put them down on parchment, worst of all they were all in net-speak.
It wasn't until she was travelling back to school on the Hogwarts Express that she settled down to some serious revision. She managed to complete Arithmanthy, Transfigurations, History of Magic and Charms by the time the train pulled into Hogsmead station.Potions would just have to wait until the evening, not that she had a class with Snape for til Tuesday anyway.
That night in the Gryffindor common room she settled down with her homework and attempted to make sense of what she had written previously. Harry and Ron had other ideas of how she should spend her first evening back at school and they were not taking no for an answer. Sighing, Hermione put her books away and went with the two young mischief makers, knowing that if she didn't and they got caught she would end up with a gutful of guilt.
The next day was even worse for trying to find a quiet moment to study. Whether she was in the commom room, the dormitory. the library, down by the lake or up in the Astronomy Tower someone always seemed to want her attention.
When Tuesday morning dawned it was to a steady fall of rain, which meant that tempers were frayed and the likelyhood of finding a few precious minutes to herself was practically non-existent. With Potions class first on the days timetable it meant that Hermione had to either hand in her rough net-speak draft or not hand in any homework at all. The later was totally unacceptable, so the former would have to suffice.
And so an essay on: "VolNatMugChem" typed on computer paper using Notepad found its way to Professor Snape's Desk. It was returned to Hermione during the next class with the following comment written across it in bold red strokes.
"Miss Granger, how on earth did an assignmant on the Volitile Nature of Muggle Chemical Reactions become VolNatMugChem - whatever that is supposed to mean. As for the rest of the paper, for the first time ever, words fail me. I therefore have only two things to say. 1)If you cannot be bothered to write your words out clearly, do not expect me (or anyone else) to be bothered reading them. 2) Twenty points from Gryffindor for an incomplete assignment and two weeks detention starting tonight.
By Barbi Bee
A/n:The characters are not mine they are merely borrowed for the duration of this fic.
Dedication: To Penny C for a Great Line
Having received the latest model computer for Christmas, Hermione found that she was spending almost every available moment on line in various chat rooms. Unfortunately it also meant that she wasn't doing her homework, at least not properly. She had done rough drafts of her assignments on Notepad but hadn't revised them or put them down on parchment, worst of all they were all in net-speak.
It wasn't until she was travelling back to school on the Hogwarts Express that she settled down to some serious revision. She managed to complete Arithmanthy, Transfigurations, History of Magic and Charms by the time the train pulled into Hogsmead station.Potions would just have to wait until the evening, not that she had a class with Snape for til Tuesday anyway.
That night in the Gryffindor common room she settled down with her homework and attempted to make sense of what she had written previously. Harry and Ron had other ideas of how she should spend her first evening back at school and they were not taking no for an answer. Sighing, Hermione put her books away and went with the two young mischief makers, knowing that if she didn't and they got caught she would end up with a gutful of guilt.
The next day was even worse for trying to find a quiet moment to study. Whether she was in the commom room, the dormitory. the library, down by the lake or up in the Astronomy Tower someone always seemed to want her attention.
When Tuesday morning dawned it was to a steady fall of rain, which meant that tempers were frayed and the likelyhood of finding a few precious minutes to herself was practically non-existent. With Potions class first on the days timetable it meant that Hermione had to either hand in her rough net-speak draft or not hand in any homework at all. The later was totally unacceptable, so the former would have to suffice.
And so an essay on: "VolNatMugChem" typed on computer paper using Notepad found its way to Professor Snape's Desk. It was returned to Hermione during the next class with the following comment written across it in bold red strokes.
"Miss Granger, how on earth did an assignmant on the Volitile Nature of Muggle Chemical Reactions become VolNatMugChem - whatever that is supposed to mean. As for the rest of the paper, for the first time ever, words fail me. I therefore have only two things to say. 1)If you cannot be bothered to write your words out clearly, do not expect me (or anyone else) to be bothered reading them. 2) Twenty points from Gryffindor for an incomplete assignment and two weeks detention starting tonight.
