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"Why do I have to do this for you every day! I am not your personal alarm clock!" Yelled Monica into my poor ear that I believe will go death by the end of the week.
"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," I muttered while submerging my head deeper into my pillows. Hogwarts definitely has softer beds and pillows that at home.
"Good thing I have this here glass of water..."
My head must have shot up at about fifty kilometers and hour. "I am up, just no water!"
The water came down on my head anyway. Do I look like some wilting flower to you? Do I need constant watering? "Why did you do that?" I howled.
"You never listen to me so why should I listen to you? By the way were are the sweaters?"
I got out of bed and dried myself off with the sheets. "I don't know, can you hand me that robe over there?"
Monica did as I asked, proving that she does listen to me, meaning she poured water on my head for fun, "Monique, I know you and Jean have made them and they are no where near your stuff!"
That explains why my robe was on her bed. "You went through my stuff? What makes you think I have them? Better yet what makes you think I have made them yet? I still have a whole day, remember we don't have her till tomorrow."
"How would Jean explain a bunch of pink sweaters to the boys in his dorm. No they have to be with you. Did you know the whole bloody school is talking about the foreign revolt and how it would be amusing to join in? They all figure you and Jean just want to get out of here. Actually they say the Frenchies but that technically is you and Jean. I happen to be French, where as you two are Frenchies or French Frogs, it all depends on who you are talking to."
I finished dressing and shot her what I like to call a glare, Mary Sue likes to call it the innocent till proven guilty look. "Need to eat." I stated blandly before leaving Monica. Jean was waiting for me downstairs in the now almost deserted common room.
"Feel like eating today? Yes good I think you need to too."
"Jean, nice to see you to. I do eat, just I didn't have time, I was much to tired." I kissed him on the cheek.
"To tired my ass. Well let's go down and eat." He replied, while giving me the biggest smile you could imagine. I think I made his day! We started walking to the great hall having a light conversation of what I wanted to eat, which was a chocolate muffin and a donut. Healthy I know but Jean wanted oatmeal with mustard. Which do you think is tastier?
I ended up with a quiche, Jean had the same thing, only with some toppings that I never thought of as something anyone in their right mind would put on. But I guess Jean usually isn't in his right mind when he is around me, the sweaters proved that.
"Do you know what is with Monica? She's sitting at the Ravenclaw table today." Asked Jean through a mouthful of something that looked like mustard, quiche, and lettuce. Yummy.
"Something about how she doesn't like the idea of our little prank."
"Little prank? All the Hufflepuffs want sweaters, same with the Gryffindors. This is a big time operation!"
"Oh, and mine weren't. Remember last year when I got the whole school to rig all the teacher's rooms with traps?"
"That was you? I forgot about that. Dominic said that it was someone our age but I guess I found it hard to believe."
"Anything can happen when I put my mind to it...that is unless it is staying out of trouble." Thinking it over I guess I could try to stay out of trouble, but you must admit the being the one making the trouble is much more fun than letting others do it for you.
"That is an understatement, trouble is your middle name, and you go out of your way to gain trouble."
Men should never be told they are right, or at least this is what I have been told by my mother. "I do not go out of my way, it goes out of its way to find me."
"You do to, you are the brains behind the whole sweater thing."
"You came up with the idea."
"Yes, but you made it possible."
"Jean, you could have done it without my help."
"No. I wouldn't have the guts."
"Did this come to mind when you were fighting with Draco?" I should fight with him more often, this is fun. Speaking of Draco he never told me what that whole fight was about...
"Well maybe I have some, but not when going against a teacher."
"Is Umbridge not a teacher?" Oh, I think I am winning this argument!
"Monique just shut up!" he yelled.
"Am I interrupting anything?" asked a voice that sent my heart fluttering. It was Harry Potter, and he had actually came over to talk to me! Jean was looking furious, when he really has nothing to be jealous about, I mean its not like Harry likes me or anything, must just look that way cause I won our argument about trouble and I.
"No um we're not." I answered, since Jean was to busy glaring to give a care as to what Harry was saying.
"Well Ron and I were thinking and we thought that maybe you two could give us some of the sweaters after the meeting so that we could pass out the ones for Gryffindor tonight. Well all have class tomorrow with her anyway."
"That um would um be a good idea. Um what about um Ravenclaw?" Jean looked at me like I was an alien. Why are they both so sweet and cute? Can a girl date and be in love with two different people?
"Fred's working on that. Have you done something like this before?" He asked sitting between Jean and I, a move that I recall Jean doing to Tomas a couple days ago.
"I have, well, yes I have um done stuff similar to this before." I started vaguely, maybe he doesn't like troublemakers.
"Really like what?" asked Harry sounding excited. Is Harry a prankster too? I always read that he was a perfect student. Maybe Fred and George are helping him the way I am helping Jean become a prankster.
"Monique we really have to start heading to class, you know how long it takes for us to get anywhere." Interrupted Jean.
"Well..."
"I had best head for my next class to." Commented Harry as he stood up and left. I must admit that I was feeling quite sour with Jean. What right did he have to end my conversation with Harry? I mean I was just getting to a really interesting subject that I can talk about with anyone.
"Do you still like Harry? I mean I will back off if you do and all." Said Jean as we started down to the Potions classroom.
I felt horrible, once again is it possible to be in love with two people at once? "Jean, no I don't like him the way I like you."
He seemed to relax. "Are you sure?"
I gave him a big, wholesome smile as an answer and I am proud to say that I think I was telling Jean the truth about myself. Harry is an obsession, Jean is well Jean. I also have to add that we made it to potions in a timely manor and we weren't at all late. We sat down next to Monica as a sign of truths or something like that but I think it was turned down for she just got up and walked away.
Potions today was really weird, Professor Snape just randomly awarded me points. All of Hufflepuff was rather confused about this. Maybe he is just showing his support, not that I want it, but it does make me happy to see that a teacher approves of me. But it still, getting praise feels weird when I am so used to getting detentions...
After potions I left Jean, who was doing a little victory dance up the stairs for some reason, and went to Muggle Studies. There we were told that we were to watch a movie with British Muggle humor and then compare it to our own. The movie we watched was Monty Python and the Quest for the Holy Grail. Who ever said muggles had bad movies was wrong. It was the best, better than all the pervious muggle movies I had ever seen.
I left muggle Studies is a very, shall I say nutty mood and I practically ran (I didn't run I briskly walked) down to the great hall to find Jean. He wasn't there, which was weird cause Jean is always someplace I am supposed to be before me. Thankfully Mary Sue was already there (Monica was there but after this morning...)
I walked over to the Gryffindor table saying, "Hey Mary Sue! Mind if I sit with you?"
She gave me this weird look before saying, "Sure, there are some things I want to know."
"First how's the Ron mission." I asked as I sat down.
"Abandoned. Hermione has got her claws in to deep and he doesn't even notice it. In fact I doubt if they even know they are in love with each other! It is my new goal to hook them up."
About half that went over my head, did I hear that Mary Sue wanted to become a matchmaker? Run Ron and Hermione, run for your lives! "Mary Sue are you sure you want to do that?"
"Yes, I am willing to bet the whole school is just waiting for this to happen. And if you are going to leave something for the school to remember you by then so am I."
"Excuse me?" Please, don't say Mary Sue is against the Umbridge sweater thing too.
"Well do you think I am stupid? I heard all about what you and Jean plan to do. But more important things first, have you taken my advice and dropped the Harry idea? Please say you have and go for Jean. If you don't think he likes you by now just think of what he is willing to do for you. Honestly making sweat...why hello Professor Umbridge, I just love your sweater." Mary Sue then graced Professor Umbridge with a big smile.
Professor Umbridge didn't say anything; she just peered at us and readjusted her pink sweater before stalking off. I am pleased to report that the sweaters Jean and I made are exact replicas, I wonder if she used the same spell...
"That was close!" continued Mary Sue happily as if she hadn't almost told Umbridge what was going to happen tomorrow. Actually it was a good thing that Umbridge had come up for I didn't really want to tell her she was right once again about whom I liked. After all Jean and I weren't officially going out, I mean all we have done is kiss once and that was while making sweaters.
"I agree."
"Well were was I... Hey Hermione! How are you doing?" Asked Mary Sue.
"Exasperated, Harry and Ron are stuck on that crazy idea with the sweaters. I told them they could be expelled for doing it but do they listen? I think not."
"Ahhh, well then where are they?" asked Mary Sue, I tried to fit in with the background.
"Somewhere..." Hermione waved her hand distractedly behind herself. "Why is there a Hufflepuff at our table?"
"Oh, well we were just discussing if we were going to partake in the sweater thing tomorrow."
Hermione eyed me as Mary Sue said this, "You are the one Malfoy has problems with, aren't you? Do you know who started the stupid, immature sweater revolt idea? Please tell me so I can knock some sense into them!" To put it blandly I tried to hide. Having some one tell me to tell myself that they want to kick my arse isn't something I call fun. "Don't know. Sorry I have to go now and find Jean..." I trailed off seeing Harry approach with Jean. Weird how the seem so chummy when I have seen Jean glare at him constantly before.
"Monique! I just gave Harry a sweater and he is going to duplicate it so that he can pass them out tonight." Cried Jean when he saw me.
Hermione stared at me, while I tried in vain to become one with the wall. "Are you quite sure you don't know who is behind it all?" she asked in a shrilly voice.
"Come on Hermione, your are talking to the brains behind the operation. Never thought to find this type of person in Hufflepuff but I'm not complaining." Stated Harry.
I looked over at Jean who I considered to be the mastermind but he seemed pleased that I was getting all the attention. I wanted to stay with Harry and all but glancing at the clock I realized I would need a head start getting to my next class. "Well I will be sure to give the mastermind a message when he is feeling up to the job, but I need to get to class." I gave Hermione a big smile before heading off to transfiguration.
Jean followed, "Monique you don't seem to happy."
"Well considering before you came I was given a warning to deliver to the masterminds of the so called 'sweater rebellion' I am in a fine mood. Oh, and the mention of being sent back home also does have that effect on a girl."
"I am sure, well does this make everything better?" He asked before bending down and started kissing me (technically speaking you might almost be able to say we were making out). I must say that I have never been a big believer in a kiss making everything better but I guess I was wrong.
He pulled away after a while, "All better now?" he asked in what I think was a sad imitation of an innocent tone.
"Well, only for right now." I answered, in a somewhat devious way. Jean started laughing and we actually made it to the transfiguration classroom with moments to spare, even with our little, um, shall I say detour. To state the obvious, I like having a boyfriend...
During class today we had to transform an armadillo into a pillow. Jean wasn't to thrilled with this and Monica had chosen not to sit with us.
"Of all the stupidest things we have to do! What is the point of transformation may I ask? Of all the classes I have this is the one I hate the most, its worse that Divination." Muttered Jean under his breath as we were given the assignment. I am glad he didn't stand up and state this thought for I fear the professor is pretty fed up with us.
"Jean, all you need to do is become one with whatever you are trying to transform and voila! Your object or animal is there."
"Sure thing, just like if you connect with a crystal ball you will some how be able to see something either than fog."
"A cloud of fog always surrounds you so what makes you think a crystal ball is going to make things any better?" asked a voice behind us that belonged to Draco.
"Well if your hair wasn't so slicked back maybe you would have some brain cells left to think with." Countered Jean, while I sat there and tried my best to look like that was what I was going to say.
"Maybe if you looked in the mirror some time you would see that light pink isn't your shade of color."
Jean instantly rubbed his cheek. "Come off it, you know that you are just jealous that you don't look this good in this shade of color."
"What are you trying to say mudblood?"
"Well in France when a guy uses that much gel to do his hair we all assume the worst."
"How dare you insult a Malfoy! At least I still have a proper brain to think with."
"Monique has a better brain than you!" Jean just has to drag me into this. I mean the conversation of insults was already over my head. Was Jean saying Malfoy was gay? And since when am I smarter that a prefect?
"What mudblood?! I bet your freakish friend here can't even think of a way to make a pillow, after all she is so thick that she needs tutoring."
"I bet she is a lot better at it than you." Jean of course didn't ask if he could say this, after all how does one connect with an armadillo?
"Lets see her try." Sneered Draco.
Jean and Draco then both looked at me expectantly, along with the rest of the class. Talk about tension. I stared at my armadillo wishing that it would somehow disappear. Feeling that I was doomed I started my connection process. First off I pictured a field of armadillos frolicking with Jean on the other side, wait where do armadillos live? In the desert? Anyway doesn't Jean hate Armadillos?
"She can't even remember the words to the spell!" shouted Draco to some of his fellow Slytherins, breaking my concentration. Stupid prat.
With the prat in my mind I started to picture Draco with an armadillo on his head. Slowly I envisioned the armadillo turning into a pillow. I then heard Jean laughing along with what sounded like the rest of Hufflepuff.
"OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM?" screeched some Slytherin girl at me, once again breaking my concentration. Don't these people realize that I do need some quiet when trying to prove a prat wrong?
I turned around to Draco to tell him to keep his friends quite, but he must have left for there was a pillow where he used to be sitting. I turned to the still laughing Jean, "Where did Draco go? I need him to get his friends quiet."
Jean started laughing harder and pointed to the pillow on Draco's desk. Then it hit me. Ops! I guess trouble must just be attracted to me, for I honestly didn't mean for that to happen, only I didn't know where I would find an armadillo except in that prat's arms. You must admit armadillos are dreadful creatures.
Footsteps neared my desk and Jean instantly stopped laughing. "You have some skill with transformation, I'll give you that much. Twenty points to Hufflepuff, just turn him back by the end of class." The professor then left, trying to get the rest of the class quiet.
In the distance I could hear a girl yelling about how unfair it was that the foreigners were being favored. Another one was saying this was the best day of his life. All I have to say is maybe if I get sent home tomorrow it will for my own safety. I am not going anywhere alone today, good thing I don't have tutoring.
Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to get up, but this chapter has taken around 3 days to write...but mind you that this took place at random moments. Last chapter is all planed out and will be coming sometime next weekend...hope you all don't mind...it will be a long last chapter I promise.
"Why do I have to do this for you every day! I am not your personal alarm clock!" Yelled Monica into my poor ear that I believe will go death by the end of the week.
"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," I muttered while submerging my head deeper into my pillows. Hogwarts definitely has softer beds and pillows that at home.
"Good thing I have this here glass of water..."
My head must have shot up at about fifty kilometers and hour. "I am up, just no water!"
The water came down on my head anyway. Do I look like some wilting flower to you? Do I need constant watering? "Why did you do that?" I howled.
"You never listen to me so why should I listen to you? By the way were are the sweaters?"
I got out of bed and dried myself off with the sheets. "I don't know, can you hand me that robe over there?"
Monica did as I asked, proving that she does listen to me, meaning she poured water on my head for fun, "Monique, I know you and Jean have made them and they are no where near your stuff!"
That explains why my robe was on her bed. "You went through my stuff? What makes you think I have them? Better yet what makes you think I have made them yet? I still have a whole day, remember we don't have her till tomorrow."
"How would Jean explain a bunch of pink sweaters to the boys in his dorm. No they have to be with you. Did you know the whole bloody school is talking about the foreign revolt and how it would be amusing to join in? They all figure you and Jean just want to get out of here. Actually they say the Frenchies but that technically is you and Jean. I happen to be French, where as you two are Frenchies or French Frogs, it all depends on who you are talking to."
I finished dressing and shot her what I like to call a glare, Mary Sue likes to call it the innocent till proven guilty look. "Need to eat." I stated blandly before leaving Monica. Jean was waiting for me downstairs in the now almost deserted common room.
"Feel like eating today? Yes good I think you need to too."
"Jean, nice to see you to. I do eat, just I didn't have time, I was much to tired." I kissed him on the cheek.
"To tired my ass. Well let's go down and eat." He replied, while giving me the biggest smile you could imagine. I think I made his day! We started walking to the great hall having a light conversation of what I wanted to eat, which was a chocolate muffin and a donut. Healthy I know but Jean wanted oatmeal with mustard. Which do you think is tastier?
I ended up with a quiche, Jean had the same thing, only with some toppings that I never thought of as something anyone in their right mind would put on. But I guess Jean usually isn't in his right mind when he is around me, the sweaters proved that.
"Do you know what is with Monica? She's sitting at the Ravenclaw table today." Asked Jean through a mouthful of something that looked like mustard, quiche, and lettuce. Yummy.
"Something about how she doesn't like the idea of our little prank."
"Little prank? All the Hufflepuffs want sweaters, same with the Gryffindors. This is a big time operation!"
"Oh, and mine weren't. Remember last year when I got the whole school to rig all the teacher's rooms with traps?"
"That was you? I forgot about that. Dominic said that it was someone our age but I guess I found it hard to believe."
"Anything can happen when I put my mind to it...that is unless it is staying out of trouble." Thinking it over I guess I could try to stay out of trouble, but you must admit the being the one making the trouble is much more fun than letting others do it for you.
"That is an understatement, trouble is your middle name, and you go out of your way to gain trouble."
Men should never be told they are right, or at least this is what I have been told by my mother. "I do not go out of my way, it goes out of its way to find me."
"You do to, you are the brains behind the whole sweater thing."
"You came up with the idea."
"Yes, but you made it possible."
"Jean, you could have done it without my help."
"No. I wouldn't have the guts."
"Did this come to mind when you were fighting with Draco?" I should fight with him more often, this is fun. Speaking of Draco he never told me what that whole fight was about...
"Well maybe I have some, but not when going against a teacher."
"Is Umbridge not a teacher?" Oh, I think I am winning this argument!
"Monique just shut up!" he yelled.
"Am I interrupting anything?" asked a voice that sent my heart fluttering. It was Harry Potter, and he had actually came over to talk to me! Jean was looking furious, when he really has nothing to be jealous about, I mean its not like Harry likes me or anything, must just look that way cause I won our argument about trouble and I.
"No um we're not." I answered, since Jean was to busy glaring to give a care as to what Harry was saying.
"Well Ron and I were thinking and we thought that maybe you two could give us some of the sweaters after the meeting so that we could pass out the ones for Gryffindor tonight. Well all have class tomorrow with her anyway."
"That um would um be a good idea. Um what about um Ravenclaw?" Jean looked at me like I was an alien. Why are they both so sweet and cute? Can a girl date and be in love with two different people?
"Fred's working on that. Have you done something like this before?" He asked sitting between Jean and I, a move that I recall Jean doing to Tomas a couple days ago.
"I have, well, yes I have um done stuff similar to this before." I started vaguely, maybe he doesn't like troublemakers.
"Really like what?" asked Harry sounding excited. Is Harry a prankster too? I always read that he was a perfect student. Maybe Fred and George are helping him the way I am helping Jean become a prankster.
"Monique we really have to start heading to class, you know how long it takes for us to get anywhere." Interrupted Jean.
"Well..."
"I had best head for my next class to." Commented Harry as he stood up and left. I must admit that I was feeling quite sour with Jean. What right did he have to end my conversation with Harry? I mean I was just getting to a really interesting subject that I can talk about with anyone.
"Do you still like Harry? I mean I will back off if you do and all." Said Jean as we started down to the Potions classroom.
I felt horrible, once again is it possible to be in love with two people at once? "Jean, no I don't like him the way I like you."
He seemed to relax. "Are you sure?"
I gave him a big, wholesome smile as an answer and I am proud to say that I think I was telling Jean the truth about myself. Harry is an obsession, Jean is well Jean. I also have to add that we made it to potions in a timely manor and we weren't at all late. We sat down next to Monica as a sign of truths or something like that but I think it was turned down for she just got up and walked away.
Potions today was really weird, Professor Snape just randomly awarded me points. All of Hufflepuff was rather confused about this. Maybe he is just showing his support, not that I want it, but it does make me happy to see that a teacher approves of me. But it still, getting praise feels weird when I am so used to getting detentions...
After potions I left Jean, who was doing a little victory dance up the stairs for some reason, and went to Muggle Studies. There we were told that we were to watch a movie with British Muggle humor and then compare it to our own. The movie we watched was Monty Python and the Quest for the Holy Grail. Who ever said muggles had bad movies was wrong. It was the best, better than all the pervious muggle movies I had ever seen.
I left muggle Studies is a very, shall I say nutty mood and I practically ran (I didn't run I briskly walked) down to the great hall to find Jean. He wasn't there, which was weird cause Jean is always someplace I am supposed to be before me. Thankfully Mary Sue was already there (Monica was there but after this morning...)
I walked over to the Gryffindor table saying, "Hey Mary Sue! Mind if I sit with you?"
She gave me this weird look before saying, "Sure, there are some things I want to know."
"First how's the Ron mission." I asked as I sat down.
"Abandoned. Hermione has got her claws in to deep and he doesn't even notice it. In fact I doubt if they even know they are in love with each other! It is my new goal to hook them up."
About half that went over my head, did I hear that Mary Sue wanted to become a matchmaker? Run Ron and Hermione, run for your lives! "Mary Sue are you sure you want to do that?"
"Yes, I am willing to bet the whole school is just waiting for this to happen. And if you are going to leave something for the school to remember you by then so am I."
"Excuse me?" Please, don't say Mary Sue is against the Umbridge sweater thing too.
"Well do you think I am stupid? I heard all about what you and Jean plan to do. But more important things first, have you taken my advice and dropped the Harry idea? Please say you have and go for Jean. If you don't think he likes you by now just think of what he is willing to do for you. Honestly making sweat...why hello Professor Umbridge, I just love your sweater." Mary Sue then graced Professor Umbridge with a big smile.
Professor Umbridge didn't say anything; she just peered at us and readjusted her pink sweater before stalking off. I am pleased to report that the sweaters Jean and I made are exact replicas, I wonder if she used the same spell...
"That was close!" continued Mary Sue happily as if she hadn't almost told Umbridge what was going to happen tomorrow. Actually it was a good thing that Umbridge had come up for I didn't really want to tell her she was right once again about whom I liked. After all Jean and I weren't officially going out, I mean all we have done is kiss once and that was while making sweaters.
"I agree."
"Well were was I... Hey Hermione! How are you doing?" Asked Mary Sue.
"Exasperated, Harry and Ron are stuck on that crazy idea with the sweaters. I told them they could be expelled for doing it but do they listen? I think not."
"Ahhh, well then where are they?" asked Mary Sue, I tried to fit in with the background.
"Somewhere..." Hermione waved her hand distractedly behind herself. "Why is there a Hufflepuff at our table?"
"Oh, well we were just discussing if we were going to partake in the sweater thing tomorrow."
Hermione eyed me as Mary Sue said this, "You are the one Malfoy has problems with, aren't you? Do you know who started the stupid, immature sweater revolt idea? Please tell me so I can knock some sense into them!" To put it blandly I tried to hide. Having some one tell me to tell myself that they want to kick my arse isn't something I call fun. "Don't know. Sorry I have to go now and find Jean..." I trailed off seeing Harry approach with Jean. Weird how the seem so chummy when I have seen Jean glare at him constantly before.
"Monique! I just gave Harry a sweater and he is going to duplicate it so that he can pass them out tonight." Cried Jean when he saw me.
Hermione stared at me, while I tried in vain to become one with the wall. "Are you quite sure you don't know who is behind it all?" she asked in a shrilly voice.
"Come on Hermione, your are talking to the brains behind the operation. Never thought to find this type of person in Hufflepuff but I'm not complaining." Stated Harry.
I looked over at Jean who I considered to be the mastermind but he seemed pleased that I was getting all the attention. I wanted to stay with Harry and all but glancing at the clock I realized I would need a head start getting to my next class. "Well I will be sure to give the mastermind a message when he is feeling up to the job, but I need to get to class." I gave Hermione a big smile before heading off to transfiguration.
Jean followed, "Monique you don't seem to happy."
"Well considering before you came I was given a warning to deliver to the masterminds of the so called 'sweater rebellion' I am in a fine mood. Oh, and the mention of being sent back home also does have that effect on a girl."
"I am sure, well does this make everything better?" He asked before bending down and started kissing me (technically speaking you might almost be able to say we were making out). I must say that I have never been a big believer in a kiss making everything better but I guess I was wrong.
He pulled away after a while, "All better now?" he asked in what I think was a sad imitation of an innocent tone.
"Well, only for right now." I answered, in a somewhat devious way. Jean started laughing and we actually made it to the transfiguration classroom with moments to spare, even with our little, um, shall I say detour. To state the obvious, I like having a boyfriend...
During class today we had to transform an armadillo into a pillow. Jean wasn't to thrilled with this and Monica had chosen not to sit with us.
"Of all the stupidest things we have to do! What is the point of transformation may I ask? Of all the classes I have this is the one I hate the most, its worse that Divination." Muttered Jean under his breath as we were given the assignment. I am glad he didn't stand up and state this thought for I fear the professor is pretty fed up with us.
"Jean, all you need to do is become one with whatever you are trying to transform and voila! Your object or animal is there."
"Sure thing, just like if you connect with a crystal ball you will some how be able to see something either than fog."
"A cloud of fog always surrounds you so what makes you think a crystal ball is going to make things any better?" asked a voice behind us that belonged to Draco.
"Well if your hair wasn't so slicked back maybe you would have some brain cells left to think with." Countered Jean, while I sat there and tried my best to look like that was what I was going to say.
"Maybe if you looked in the mirror some time you would see that light pink isn't your shade of color."
Jean instantly rubbed his cheek. "Come off it, you know that you are just jealous that you don't look this good in this shade of color."
"What are you trying to say mudblood?"
"Well in France when a guy uses that much gel to do his hair we all assume the worst."
"How dare you insult a Malfoy! At least I still have a proper brain to think with."
"Monique has a better brain than you!" Jean just has to drag me into this. I mean the conversation of insults was already over my head. Was Jean saying Malfoy was gay? And since when am I smarter that a prefect?
"What mudblood?! I bet your freakish friend here can't even think of a way to make a pillow, after all she is so thick that she needs tutoring."
"I bet she is a lot better at it than you." Jean of course didn't ask if he could say this, after all how does one connect with an armadillo?
"Lets see her try." Sneered Draco.
Jean and Draco then both looked at me expectantly, along with the rest of the class. Talk about tension. I stared at my armadillo wishing that it would somehow disappear. Feeling that I was doomed I started my connection process. First off I pictured a field of armadillos frolicking with Jean on the other side, wait where do armadillos live? In the desert? Anyway doesn't Jean hate Armadillos?
"She can't even remember the words to the spell!" shouted Draco to some of his fellow Slytherins, breaking my concentration. Stupid prat.
With the prat in my mind I started to picture Draco with an armadillo on his head. Slowly I envisioned the armadillo turning into a pillow. I then heard Jean laughing along with what sounded like the rest of Hufflepuff.
"OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM?" screeched some Slytherin girl at me, once again breaking my concentration. Don't these people realize that I do need some quiet when trying to prove a prat wrong?
I turned around to Draco to tell him to keep his friends quite, but he must have left for there was a pillow where he used to be sitting. I turned to the still laughing Jean, "Where did Draco go? I need him to get his friends quiet."
Jean started laughing harder and pointed to the pillow on Draco's desk. Then it hit me. Ops! I guess trouble must just be attracted to me, for I honestly didn't mean for that to happen, only I didn't know where I would find an armadillo except in that prat's arms. You must admit armadillos are dreadful creatures.
Footsteps neared my desk and Jean instantly stopped laughing. "You have some skill with transformation, I'll give you that much. Twenty points to Hufflepuff, just turn him back by the end of class." The professor then left, trying to get the rest of the class quiet.
In the distance I could hear a girl yelling about how unfair it was that the foreigners were being favored. Another one was saying this was the best day of his life. All I have to say is maybe if I get sent home tomorrow it will for my own safety. I am not going anywhere alone today, good thing I don't have tutoring.
Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to get up, but this chapter has taken around 3 days to write...but mind you that this took place at random moments. Last chapter is all planed out and will be coming sometime next weekend...hope you all don't mind...it will be a long last chapter I promise.
