Author's Note ~ yes this is the last chapter for all of you. I just want to
say thank you for all the reviews and I am sorry that it has taken me this
long to post the last chapter...computer caught a virus (spyware and more),
didn't have time, and I had to erase a lot of stuff on my computer so that
I could install my new printer(meaning this whole story managed to get
deleted from my hard drive along with my other one). I might start a sequel
if I get enough reviews telling me too...
It took me a while to change Malfoy back, once I had gotten the image in my mind that he was an armadillo it was hard to picture him as anything else. But with the help of Jean (kisses for good luck do wonders...especially when the rest of the class has gone, along with the professor) I was able to manage. Before I knew it the 'wonderful' face of Malfoy was in front of me.
"You BITCH! Best watch your back." He yelled before stalking out of the room.
At least he got my gender right, but sadly I'm not a dog so whatever he was talking about had no effect on me. Jean of course looked properly offend for me and made some hand motions that weren't really called for, unless it was to help him with his manly pride, but he wasn't even the one Draco was talking about. And they say girls are hard to understand?
"That's the third time that bastard has done something to you."
I counted, one) he beat me up two) helping me get lost in the Slytherin area 3) am I missing something? "That was the third time? I mean I only can count two. Both were because of something I had done...such as hitting him with that stiletto, kneeing him, and that time you beat him up...what did I miss?"
Jean smiled, "I forgot to tell you about it."
"About what?" will he tell me or shall we forever be playing this little game?
"Well you know that time you came to the rescue and got Malfoy off of me? Well he was talking about his future plans of what he was going to do with you while talking you to Snape's office. Well...he never go around to doing anything thanks to you and that shoe, but..." Jean went red, looking adorable... not even Harry looks that cute when he is embarrassed.
I still don't think I am ever going to get the full story as of why Jean and Draco were fighting but I think this is the only story that I am going to get that is anywhere near to the truth. Honestly why can't boys be more open? I mean I tell everyone everything!
Anyway after that wonderful incident Jean and I headed on over to charms. The professor turned a blind eye to our late arrival and motioned for us to take our seats.
In class we learned how to cast a spell that causes things to be in two places at once, this one is rather long and hard to pronounce. Cedo Mecum alibi reperio. Do you think that if I am ever in a duel my opponent will give me enough time to say something that long? I don't think so.
After class got out Jean and I decided to do some 'homework' in one of the back tables in the library, the only thing that I can say is that no homework got done. Before I knew it, I was sitting at a table with Harry Potter and a whole lot of other students from Hogwarts that were asking for sweaters to wear to tomorrows can I say function? Jean and I did as asked and I think the whole school will be sporting a pink sweater tomorrow, that is all except for Slytherin. It's weird how all the Slytherins seem to like the professor and how they can take away points.
The rest of the day flew by and before I knew it someone was shaking me awake in Hufflepuff's common room. I opened my eyes in some what of a daze.
"Where am I?" I asked, I heard someone snigger.
"Monique, why are you in the common room? I thought I saw you walk up to your dorm last night." Asked Jean between laughter.
"I did go to my dorm...Monica is still asleep isn't she?" Not waiting for an answer I shot up of the couch I had been sleeping on (Jean was giving me this look that seemed to say I may know her but that doesn't me I understand her) and ran to my dorm. Monica was still asleep...you know what this means? I went to the bathroom, filling up one of the pitchers that just so happened to be there, changed the bars of soap into ice cubes and tiptoed back to Monica's bed. She was still sleeping (Oh sweet revenge!)
Very carefully is suspended the pitcher of water over her bed (to be more exact it was over her head) with magic and left the room. I sat down on Jean, who had conveniently sat down and said the counter spell for the levitated pitcher.
"MONIQUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Ah, doesn't revenge feel sweet...oh wait she is already mad at me...that's not good. I turned to Jean and started to kiss him. (Yes I now have an alibi, and I get to do something I love). A few minutes later a soaking wet Monica came down the stairs.
"WHAT ON EARTH WAS THE MEANING OF THAT? HAVEN'T YOU...Did I miss something?" she asked (Jean and I were still kissing mind you). She was practically yelling in my ear, Jean was luckily on the other side of the raving terror with ice cubes in her hair.
"Umm?" asked Jean, breaking out of our kiss. I didn't even have to answer.
Monica pointed from him to me before breaking out into a big smile, "I knew this would happen!!! You two are such a cute couple!" she squealed. "Charity was saying that you two wouldn't realize you liked each other till we got back to school. I was right!"
Jean rolled his eyes at me smiling, "We would have told you sooner but you didn't seem to want to be near us yesterday...Monique I'm going to go get our sweaters then lets head off to breakfast."
I nodded, watching him leave. I have come to the conclusion that I like boys with brown hair much more than those with black. Monica didn't let me ponder this idea for long, "You are still going to do the whole sweater thing?" she asked.
"Well it did bring Jean and I together. Do you want one?" I asked, hoping to get out of another lecture. From the way Monica was acting you would think that Jean and I had just gotten married, which is a much better attitude that the one I get when sweaters are mentioned.
"Well..."
Jean came back wearing one of our pink creations and holding another one out to me. "I assume you aren't doing this."
"Well..." answered Monica, in the time it took for her to finish saying well I was able to get my sweater on. (Quite a fashion statement...not)
Jean didn't seem to want to wait for an answer for he just grabbed my hand once I had the sweater on and dragged me down to the great hall. This was a sight to be seen, for it seemed as if the whole hall were one big pink ocean with an island of black and green in the far corner. This school has a much higher participation level than mine does.
"Look at Umbridge." Whispered Jean.
I looked at the staff table where a rigged Umbridge sat. Her cheeks were a bright shade of pink and she seemed to be pulling at the neck of her pink sweater constantly (all the sweaters we made seemed to match hers perfectly)...If only I could have heard what she had been thinking.
Jean and I sat down in our now customary spot at the Hufflepuff table. Not long after this the shrill voice of Umbridge roared across the hall, "POTTER TO MY OFFICE NOW! I WILL CATCH THE STUDENTS WHO THOUGHT OF THIS! THEY HAD BEST START PACKING NOW!!!!" She then stormed out of the hall, from where I sat it looked as thought she was pulling Harry out of the hall by his ear. Good thing I know Harry, and I know he would never betray me, his most sincere fan.
The rest of the hall finished their meals in silence, but it felt as if a lot of looks were being sent our way. "Jean would you say this constant staring is a good thing...or a bad thing?"
"Monique I would have to say bad...how about we head for class before she gets wind that we were behind this."
"Do you think I should start packing?"
Jean rolled his eyes proving that he was confident that we wouldn't have any problem with staying here. I hope he is right. After Jean finished off his meal (I had lost all chances of eating after watching Umbridge and being watched by the whole school) we started off towards Herbology.
We made it there with more than enough time to spare. "Do you guys know when Harry has run off too?" asked the voice belonging to Ron.
Red and pink don't go together, especially on Ron. Jean didn't seem to want to answer Ron's question, so I did, "You missed his grand exit. He is now being questioned by Umbridge..." I trailed off, sensing that Ron didn't want to hear more that he had to. It is also a belief of mine that with red heads one must be extra cautious.
"He is with Umbridge and you didn't do anything about it?" he asked, actually it was more like yelled. The red, pink, and peach combination turned to red, red and pink. I could also see steam radiating from his head.
Jean stiffed and put an arm around me before saying, "It was a little unexpected and if you have a - "
Hermione interrupted him while I stood there blankly. "Ron, they did what they could I am sure. Calm down.. We can't just barge into her office, just think we are prefects." I noted that she wasn't wearing a pink sweater.
"Hello children, I'll have the door open in a jiffy."
Ron and the rest of us were saved from hearing and saying more for a wave of Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors came over to the green house and started to filter in. Jean and I sat as far away from Ron and Hermione as possible. Harry didn't make an appearance and class started without him.
About halfway through the class he entered and sat with Ron and Hermione, holding his bleeding hand, and carefully not making eye contact with Jean and I. I really don't know if that is a good thing or a bad thing. I looked to Jean for help in what was going on. He seemed totally focused on his plant.
"Jean..."
"Monique." "Something is going to happen because of him."
"Whom?"
"Harry won't even look over here, and his hand is bleeding." I was getting nervous now, but if Jean wasn't worried than I would try not to be.
The green house door opened and a Ravenclaw boy entered holding a note. The professor took it and looked over at Jean and I. My stomach turned, having a professor look over at you when you aren't doing anything to attract attention is a bad thing.
"Jean and Monique you are to follow Henry. I recommend taking your things...from the sound of it you will be missing the rest of this class."
"Stay calm, they have no proof." Whispered Jean. We both stood up packed our things and followed the boy who had entered. He wasn't wearing a pink sweater either. We walked back to the castle in silence.
"Where are we going?" I finally asked, I can't stand for things to be silent for to long.
"Professor Umbridge's office."
I shot Jean a frantic look, he didn't look at all phased. "Do you know why?"
"No. You must though, or else you wouldn't be here." As the boy said here he stopped in front of a door. The door of death (Umbridge's office) in this case. "Good luck, my friend Stacy told me that you don't want to change hands when writing with her quill and agree to everything she says or you will just have to write more."
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"We don't know anything." Muttered Jean into my ear as I shot him a confused glance.
Jean opened the door and I entered first, a guy must have invented the saying ladies go first. Professor Umbridge was sitting at her desk and had a very happy look on her face. All hopes of getting out of this one alive disappeared.
"Sit down please." She said while pointing at two chairs that had been set in front of her desk. I sat and stared at the floor, did you know that Hogwarts has a very common looking floor...its made out of stone. Jean on the other hand leaned against the back of my chair and from what I could tell he was having a stare down with Umbridge.
"I suppose both of you know why you are here, so let's get down to the punishment. It is my feeling that - "
"It is my feeling that I must be informed as of why I am being punished. Don't you agree Monique?"
I managed to make a noise that sounded like I was agreeing.
"Is it something I said that has offended you so?" asked Jean, if he had been sitting next to me I would have hugged him.
"You are to speak when spoken to." She snapped before writing down something on the paper in front of her.
"Well I can't possibly concur with anything unless I know what I am agreeing to. For all I know you could be condemning me for the massacre of a family of monocots. Which I admit to."
"Monocots?"
"A blade of grass. In the plural it means many blades of grass or a lawn if you want to know what I was referring to."
"I didn't ask for a definition! And if you ever kill a what-ever-you-call- it again I will personally have you thrown in prison!"
Jean raised his right hand, "I Jean val Jean solemnly swear to never to harm a blade of grass, and if I do, may Merlin strike me dead. But you must promise to pave the way to the green house for me or I might kill a piece of greenery on my way to and from class." Jean then tapped my shoulder.
Without meting Professor Umbridge's eyes I said, "I solemnly swear never to mow the lawn again or walk, even if it means I can save someone's life while doing so."
"I DON' CARE! THAT IS NOT WHY YOU ARE HERE! YOU TWO ARE THE ONES BEHIND THE SWEATERS!"
"You mean these sweaters?" asked Jean, pulling on my pink sweater.
"THOSE SWEATERS!"
I thought I had best say something, I didn't want Jean to dig himself into a deeper hole. "I am sorry madam but we took not part in the making in these sweaters."
"Exactly they were made in China." Added Jean.
For some strange reason the Professor calmed down, "Yes I see. Well I have evidence against that fact. In fact I have a witness who has attended all your meetings."
Harry was the only one she had talked to; it had to be him. I never thought I would say this but I HATE HARRY POTTER! Jean made this noise in his throat and sat down, "What meetings?"
"They took place in the library last night and the night before last." She answered smugly. I turned to look at Jean. He didn't look all that happy.
"Maybe this person made a mistake, there are lots of girls at this school who have blond hair, and many boys who are brunette." I reasoned, holding back tears. I could just picture what would happen if my mother ever found out about this...best give them my father's address.
"Nice try. If you won't admit to it I guess I have no choice except to send you back to France. I hope you enjoyed your stay here. If you will follow me to your common room I will give you time to pack while I make the proper arrangements for your travel home." She stood up and walked to the door. I could feel tears creeping up to my eyes. I mean I have been given detentions loads of times but to be expelled is a new concept. I wonder if my wand will be taken way. I stood up and followed her, wiping away tears that were leaking out. Jean seemed stunned.
We made it to the Hufflepuff common room entrance in record time. "I hope you don't mind but I will have to seal you in. Be back in about two hours." She smiled as Jean and I entered the common room.
Once the picture swung shut I started to cry. Jean didn't know what to do with me. "Monique please stop. It's all going to be ok. Just think of what you will be able to tell everyone back at school."
"How I got expelled from the greatest school imaginable?" I sobbed ripping off my pink sweater and throwing it into the fire. Jean said nothing as I watched it burn.
When it had finished burning he said, "No, you pulled a prank that all of Hogwarts was willing to follow, even thought you aren't a fellow student."
"Will I also say that the guy I originally went here to see was the one to turn us in!"
"You don't know for sure." He tried.
I didn't want to hear anymore about the whole incident I decided that I had best start packing. "Jean I'm going to go pack, can we talk later?"
He nodded and we both went our separate ways. Packing took less time than I thought. After an hour of shoving my scattered cloths into my trunk I was done. With great difficulty I was able to pull it down the stairs where I found that Jean hadn't finished yet. Not wanting to be alone in the common room I decided that I would further break the rules and go up to the boys dormitory. Funny thing is that no alarms sounded as I made my way up the stairs. When I got to the door with a plaque saying 5th years I entered.
Jean jumped a mile high as a hugged him from behind. "Who the...How did you get up here?"
I smiled, "I flew."
I was given a weak smile in return, "Is she here yet?"
"No, remember she has a job to do. Lunch starts in about fifteen minutes. I am willing to bet that she will be over here by then."
"Oh."
I sat down on his bed feeling depressed and watched Jean finish packing. When he was done we both made our way back down to the common room, never talking to each other. We spent the remaining time in the common room saying nothing. Even though I was saying nothing my mind was going wild with excuses for my behavior. I know no one back home will believe the truth. I can just picture it "Did you hear that great story Monique and Jean made up about an evil teacher who has a pen that uses the blood of the user as ink?" "No way! Do tell!"
I never did come up with a plausible excuse. It seemed to take Umbridge forever to return back to the common room but when she did she had the head master (Dumbledore Or Bumbledore?) with her.
"I must say that this is the strangest thing that has yet to happen in the history of the Hufflepuff House. Sounds like something Gryffindor would do." Said the Head Master.
"Actually sir, your sorting hat just divided us up into groups of three and then placed each group of three into one of the four houses." I remarked faintly, thanking Monica for telling me that tidbit of knowledge.
"Oh, is that so? Fascinating! Do you both wish to return home?" he asked.
"No sir" answered Jean and I at the same time.
"Do you see a way around this?" he asked.
"Detention for all of eternity?" I asked, and was rewarded with a smile.
"Well that might be acceptable, will you be able to live that long? I so..." started the head master.
"Head Master, you forget you don't have the final say over matters concerning expulsion anymore. I have already informed their school that they will be returning by midnight." Interjected the devil with the flames of hell burning at the ends of her pink sweater (if you want an unbiased account of what happened look at the her official report that I am will to bet I will be seeing as soon as I return home).
"It was only a joke." I'm not sure who said this but it was said.
"Not to me, it was a personal insult and I won't be able to work here and conduct the proper respect I need if these two go unpunished!" she said in a shrill voice.
Dumbledore gave what I like to call an exasperated sigh. "Well seeing I have no choice in the matter." Turing to us he said "If you will follow me. I will now be taking you to the train station. Your bags will appear down there."
Jean and I stood. "Don't worry. Just keep you head high and look proud. Pretend you are a queen. Just don't show Umbridge you are upset." Whispered Jean as we walked out of the common room.
Walking the halls of Hogwarts without crying was one of the hardest things I have ever done. Students would stop and stare at us and no sweaters were in sight. As we entered the main hall of the castle I saw four figures standing by the doors in pink sweaters, the only pink sweaters we had seen on our long walk to the front of the school. As we got closer I was able to recognize Monica (who looked extremely smug), Mary Sue, Charity, and Dominic (he looked like he was paralyzed and being held up by Charity). They (Mary Sue, Monica, and Charity) all smiled and waved at us as we exited through the doors.
An hour after the train left the station an owl flew in. I pulled off the letter and read it aloud to Jean.
Dear Monique and Jean,
I have heard the rumor going around school that Harry Potter had turned you guys in for the whole sweater mess. I, of course, had to make sure this was true so that I could take proper revenge on him and because I couldn't believe that Harry would do such a thing. I turns out that it wasn't Harry after all but another dear friend of yours. What, in the name of Merlin may I ask, did you do to Draco to make him so mad? Dominic told me that Draco was bragging to the rest of Slytherin about how he had gotten some of the foreigners kicked out of the school. Stupid prat, he'll wish he has never been born by the time I get through with him. Well I will need your advice in the area as of how to get back at him, you always do come up with the better plans. Who knows maybe I will be seeing you sooner than you think.
~ Mary Sue
PS Why didn't you tell me that you and Jean were together? Does this mean I can go after Harry?
I sighed as I read the letter, feeling depressed yet happy. Now all I need to do is manage to keep all this from my mother...I wonder how this will happen, but with the help of Jean anything is possible.
The End
Please Review, I want to know if the ending was alright
It took me a while to change Malfoy back, once I had gotten the image in my mind that he was an armadillo it was hard to picture him as anything else. But with the help of Jean (kisses for good luck do wonders...especially when the rest of the class has gone, along with the professor) I was able to manage. Before I knew it the 'wonderful' face of Malfoy was in front of me.
"You BITCH! Best watch your back." He yelled before stalking out of the room.
At least he got my gender right, but sadly I'm not a dog so whatever he was talking about had no effect on me. Jean of course looked properly offend for me and made some hand motions that weren't really called for, unless it was to help him with his manly pride, but he wasn't even the one Draco was talking about. And they say girls are hard to understand?
"That's the third time that bastard has done something to you."
I counted, one) he beat me up two) helping me get lost in the Slytherin area 3) am I missing something? "That was the third time? I mean I only can count two. Both were because of something I had done...such as hitting him with that stiletto, kneeing him, and that time you beat him up...what did I miss?"
Jean smiled, "I forgot to tell you about it."
"About what?" will he tell me or shall we forever be playing this little game?
"Well you know that time you came to the rescue and got Malfoy off of me? Well he was talking about his future plans of what he was going to do with you while talking you to Snape's office. Well...he never go around to doing anything thanks to you and that shoe, but..." Jean went red, looking adorable... not even Harry looks that cute when he is embarrassed.
I still don't think I am ever going to get the full story as of why Jean and Draco were fighting but I think this is the only story that I am going to get that is anywhere near to the truth. Honestly why can't boys be more open? I mean I tell everyone everything!
Anyway after that wonderful incident Jean and I headed on over to charms. The professor turned a blind eye to our late arrival and motioned for us to take our seats.
In class we learned how to cast a spell that causes things to be in two places at once, this one is rather long and hard to pronounce. Cedo Mecum alibi reperio. Do you think that if I am ever in a duel my opponent will give me enough time to say something that long? I don't think so.
After class got out Jean and I decided to do some 'homework' in one of the back tables in the library, the only thing that I can say is that no homework got done. Before I knew it, I was sitting at a table with Harry Potter and a whole lot of other students from Hogwarts that were asking for sweaters to wear to tomorrows can I say function? Jean and I did as asked and I think the whole school will be sporting a pink sweater tomorrow, that is all except for Slytherin. It's weird how all the Slytherins seem to like the professor and how they can take away points.
The rest of the day flew by and before I knew it someone was shaking me awake in Hufflepuff's common room. I opened my eyes in some what of a daze.
"Where am I?" I asked, I heard someone snigger.
"Monique, why are you in the common room? I thought I saw you walk up to your dorm last night." Asked Jean between laughter.
"I did go to my dorm...Monica is still asleep isn't she?" Not waiting for an answer I shot up of the couch I had been sleeping on (Jean was giving me this look that seemed to say I may know her but that doesn't me I understand her) and ran to my dorm. Monica was still asleep...you know what this means? I went to the bathroom, filling up one of the pitchers that just so happened to be there, changed the bars of soap into ice cubes and tiptoed back to Monica's bed. She was still sleeping (Oh sweet revenge!)
Very carefully is suspended the pitcher of water over her bed (to be more exact it was over her head) with magic and left the room. I sat down on Jean, who had conveniently sat down and said the counter spell for the levitated pitcher.
"MONIQUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Ah, doesn't revenge feel sweet...oh wait she is already mad at me...that's not good. I turned to Jean and started to kiss him. (Yes I now have an alibi, and I get to do something I love). A few minutes later a soaking wet Monica came down the stairs.
"WHAT ON EARTH WAS THE MEANING OF THAT? HAVEN'T YOU...Did I miss something?" she asked (Jean and I were still kissing mind you). She was practically yelling in my ear, Jean was luckily on the other side of the raving terror with ice cubes in her hair.
"Umm?" asked Jean, breaking out of our kiss. I didn't even have to answer.
Monica pointed from him to me before breaking out into a big smile, "I knew this would happen!!! You two are such a cute couple!" she squealed. "Charity was saying that you two wouldn't realize you liked each other till we got back to school. I was right!"
Jean rolled his eyes at me smiling, "We would have told you sooner but you didn't seem to want to be near us yesterday...Monique I'm going to go get our sweaters then lets head off to breakfast."
I nodded, watching him leave. I have come to the conclusion that I like boys with brown hair much more than those with black. Monica didn't let me ponder this idea for long, "You are still going to do the whole sweater thing?" she asked.
"Well it did bring Jean and I together. Do you want one?" I asked, hoping to get out of another lecture. From the way Monica was acting you would think that Jean and I had just gotten married, which is a much better attitude that the one I get when sweaters are mentioned.
"Well..."
Jean came back wearing one of our pink creations and holding another one out to me. "I assume you aren't doing this."
"Well..." answered Monica, in the time it took for her to finish saying well I was able to get my sweater on. (Quite a fashion statement...not)
Jean didn't seem to want to wait for an answer for he just grabbed my hand once I had the sweater on and dragged me down to the great hall. This was a sight to be seen, for it seemed as if the whole hall were one big pink ocean with an island of black and green in the far corner. This school has a much higher participation level than mine does.
"Look at Umbridge." Whispered Jean.
I looked at the staff table where a rigged Umbridge sat. Her cheeks were a bright shade of pink and she seemed to be pulling at the neck of her pink sweater constantly (all the sweaters we made seemed to match hers perfectly)...If only I could have heard what she had been thinking.
Jean and I sat down in our now customary spot at the Hufflepuff table. Not long after this the shrill voice of Umbridge roared across the hall, "POTTER TO MY OFFICE NOW! I WILL CATCH THE STUDENTS WHO THOUGHT OF THIS! THEY HAD BEST START PACKING NOW!!!!" She then stormed out of the hall, from where I sat it looked as thought she was pulling Harry out of the hall by his ear. Good thing I know Harry, and I know he would never betray me, his most sincere fan.
The rest of the hall finished their meals in silence, but it felt as if a lot of looks were being sent our way. "Jean would you say this constant staring is a good thing...or a bad thing?"
"Monique I would have to say bad...how about we head for class before she gets wind that we were behind this."
"Do you think I should start packing?"
Jean rolled his eyes proving that he was confident that we wouldn't have any problem with staying here. I hope he is right. After Jean finished off his meal (I had lost all chances of eating after watching Umbridge and being watched by the whole school) we started off towards Herbology.
We made it there with more than enough time to spare. "Do you guys know when Harry has run off too?" asked the voice belonging to Ron.
Red and pink don't go together, especially on Ron. Jean didn't seem to want to answer Ron's question, so I did, "You missed his grand exit. He is now being questioned by Umbridge..." I trailed off, sensing that Ron didn't want to hear more that he had to. It is also a belief of mine that with red heads one must be extra cautious.
"He is with Umbridge and you didn't do anything about it?" he asked, actually it was more like yelled. The red, pink, and peach combination turned to red, red and pink. I could also see steam radiating from his head.
Jean stiffed and put an arm around me before saying, "It was a little unexpected and if you have a - "
Hermione interrupted him while I stood there blankly. "Ron, they did what they could I am sure. Calm down.. We can't just barge into her office, just think we are prefects." I noted that she wasn't wearing a pink sweater.
"Hello children, I'll have the door open in a jiffy."
Ron and the rest of us were saved from hearing and saying more for a wave of Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors came over to the green house and started to filter in. Jean and I sat as far away from Ron and Hermione as possible. Harry didn't make an appearance and class started without him.
About halfway through the class he entered and sat with Ron and Hermione, holding his bleeding hand, and carefully not making eye contact with Jean and I. I really don't know if that is a good thing or a bad thing. I looked to Jean for help in what was going on. He seemed totally focused on his plant.
"Jean..."
"Monique." "Something is going to happen because of him."
"Whom?"
"Harry won't even look over here, and his hand is bleeding." I was getting nervous now, but if Jean wasn't worried than I would try not to be.
The green house door opened and a Ravenclaw boy entered holding a note. The professor took it and looked over at Jean and I. My stomach turned, having a professor look over at you when you aren't doing anything to attract attention is a bad thing.
"Jean and Monique you are to follow Henry. I recommend taking your things...from the sound of it you will be missing the rest of this class."
"Stay calm, they have no proof." Whispered Jean. We both stood up packed our things and followed the boy who had entered. He wasn't wearing a pink sweater either. We walked back to the castle in silence.
"Where are we going?" I finally asked, I can't stand for things to be silent for to long.
"Professor Umbridge's office."
I shot Jean a frantic look, he didn't look at all phased. "Do you know why?"
"No. You must though, or else you wouldn't be here." As the boy said here he stopped in front of a door. The door of death (Umbridge's office) in this case. "Good luck, my friend Stacy told me that you don't want to change hands when writing with her quill and agree to everything she says or you will just have to write more."
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"We don't know anything." Muttered Jean into my ear as I shot him a confused glance.
Jean opened the door and I entered first, a guy must have invented the saying ladies go first. Professor Umbridge was sitting at her desk and had a very happy look on her face. All hopes of getting out of this one alive disappeared.
"Sit down please." She said while pointing at two chairs that had been set in front of her desk. I sat and stared at the floor, did you know that Hogwarts has a very common looking floor...its made out of stone. Jean on the other hand leaned against the back of my chair and from what I could tell he was having a stare down with Umbridge.
"I suppose both of you know why you are here, so let's get down to the punishment. It is my feeling that - "
"It is my feeling that I must be informed as of why I am being punished. Don't you agree Monique?"
I managed to make a noise that sounded like I was agreeing.
"Is it something I said that has offended you so?" asked Jean, if he had been sitting next to me I would have hugged him.
"You are to speak when spoken to." She snapped before writing down something on the paper in front of her.
"Well I can't possibly concur with anything unless I know what I am agreeing to. For all I know you could be condemning me for the massacre of a family of monocots. Which I admit to."
"Monocots?"
"A blade of grass. In the plural it means many blades of grass or a lawn if you want to know what I was referring to."
"I didn't ask for a definition! And if you ever kill a what-ever-you-call- it again I will personally have you thrown in prison!"
Jean raised his right hand, "I Jean val Jean solemnly swear to never to harm a blade of grass, and if I do, may Merlin strike me dead. But you must promise to pave the way to the green house for me or I might kill a piece of greenery on my way to and from class." Jean then tapped my shoulder.
Without meting Professor Umbridge's eyes I said, "I solemnly swear never to mow the lawn again or walk, even if it means I can save someone's life while doing so."
"I DON' CARE! THAT IS NOT WHY YOU ARE HERE! YOU TWO ARE THE ONES BEHIND THE SWEATERS!"
"You mean these sweaters?" asked Jean, pulling on my pink sweater.
"THOSE SWEATERS!"
I thought I had best say something, I didn't want Jean to dig himself into a deeper hole. "I am sorry madam but we took not part in the making in these sweaters."
"Exactly they were made in China." Added Jean.
For some strange reason the Professor calmed down, "Yes I see. Well I have evidence against that fact. In fact I have a witness who has attended all your meetings."
Harry was the only one she had talked to; it had to be him. I never thought I would say this but I HATE HARRY POTTER! Jean made this noise in his throat and sat down, "What meetings?"
"They took place in the library last night and the night before last." She answered smugly. I turned to look at Jean. He didn't look all that happy.
"Maybe this person made a mistake, there are lots of girls at this school who have blond hair, and many boys who are brunette." I reasoned, holding back tears. I could just picture what would happen if my mother ever found out about this...best give them my father's address.
"Nice try. If you won't admit to it I guess I have no choice except to send you back to France. I hope you enjoyed your stay here. If you will follow me to your common room I will give you time to pack while I make the proper arrangements for your travel home." She stood up and walked to the door. I could feel tears creeping up to my eyes. I mean I have been given detentions loads of times but to be expelled is a new concept. I wonder if my wand will be taken way. I stood up and followed her, wiping away tears that were leaking out. Jean seemed stunned.
We made it to the Hufflepuff common room entrance in record time. "I hope you don't mind but I will have to seal you in. Be back in about two hours." She smiled as Jean and I entered the common room.
Once the picture swung shut I started to cry. Jean didn't know what to do with me. "Monique please stop. It's all going to be ok. Just think of what you will be able to tell everyone back at school."
"How I got expelled from the greatest school imaginable?" I sobbed ripping off my pink sweater and throwing it into the fire. Jean said nothing as I watched it burn.
When it had finished burning he said, "No, you pulled a prank that all of Hogwarts was willing to follow, even thought you aren't a fellow student."
"Will I also say that the guy I originally went here to see was the one to turn us in!"
"You don't know for sure." He tried.
I didn't want to hear anymore about the whole incident I decided that I had best start packing. "Jean I'm going to go pack, can we talk later?"
He nodded and we both went our separate ways. Packing took less time than I thought. After an hour of shoving my scattered cloths into my trunk I was done. With great difficulty I was able to pull it down the stairs where I found that Jean hadn't finished yet. Not wanting to be alone in the common room I decided that I would further break the rules and go up to the boys dormitory. Funny thing is that no alarms sounded as I made my way up the stairs. When I got to the door with a plaque saying 5th years I entered.
Jean jumped a mile high as a hugged him from behind. "Who the...How did you get up here?"
I smiled, "I flew."
I was given a weak smile in return, "Is she here yet?"
"No, remember she has a job to do. Lunch starts in about fifteen minutes. I am willing to bet that she will be over here by then."
"Oh."
I sat down on his bed feeling depressed and watched Jean finish packing. When he was done we both made our way back down to the common room, never talking to each other. We spent the remaining time in the common room saying nothing. Even though I was saying nothing my mind was going wild with excuses for my behavior. I know no one back home will believe the truth. I can just picture it "Did you hear that great story Monique and Jean made up about an evil teacher who has a pen that uses the blood of the user as ink?" "No way! Do tell!"
I never did come up with a plausible excuse. It seemed to take Umbridge forever to return back to the common room but when she did she had the head master (Dumbledore Or Bumbledore?) with her.
"I must say that this is the strangest thing that has yet to happen in the history of the Hufflepuff House. Sounds like something Gryffindor would do." Said the Head Master.
"Actually sir, your sorting hat just divided us up into groups of three and then placed each group of three into one of the four houses." I remarked faintly, thanking Monica for telling me that tidbit of knowledge.
"Oh, is that so? Fascinating! Do you both wish to return home?" he asked.
"No sir" answered Jean and I at the same time.
"Do you see a way around this?" he asked.
"Detention for all of eternity?" I asked, and was rewarded with a smile.
"Well that might be acceptable, will you be able to live that long? I so..." started the head master.
"Head Master, you forget you don't have the final say over matters concerning expulsion anymore. I have already informed their school that they will be returning by midnight." Interjected the devil with the flames of hell burning at the ends of her pink sweater (if you want an unbiased account of what happened look at the her official report that I am will to bet I will be seeing as soon as I return home).
"It was only a joke." I'm not sure who said this but it was said.
"Not to me, it was a personal insult and I won't be able to work here and conduct the proper respect I need if these two go unpunished!" she said in a shrill voice.
Dumbledore gave what I like to call an exasperated sigh. "Well seeing I have no choice in the matter." Turing to us he said "If you will follow me. I will now be taking you to the train station. Your bags will appear down there."
Jean and I stood. "Don't worry. Just keep you head high and look proud. Pretend you are a queen. Just don't show Umbridge you are upset." Whispered Jean as we walked out of the common room.
Walking the halls of Hogwarts without crying was one of the hardest things I have ever done. Students would stop and stare at us and no sweaters were in sight. As we entered the main hall of the castle I saw four figures standing by the doors in pink sweaters, the only pink sweaters we had seen on our long walk to the front of the school. As we got closer I was able to recognize Monica (who looked extremely smug), Mary Sue, Charity, and Dominic (he looked like he was paralyzed and being held up by Charity). They (Mary Sue, Monica, and Charity) all smiled and waved at us as we exited through the doors.
An hour after the train left the station an owl flew in. I pulled off the letter and read it aloud to Jean.
Dear Monique and Jean,
I have heard the rumor going around school that Harry Potter had turned you guys in for the whole sweater mess. I, of course, had to make sure this was true so that I could take proper revenge on him and because I couldn't believe that Harry would do such a thing. I turns out that it wasn't Harry after all but another dear friend of yours. What, in the name of Merlin may I ask, did you do to Draco to make him so mad? Dominic told me that Draco was bragging to the rest of Slytherin about how he had gotten some of the foreigners kicked out of the school. Stupid prat, he'll wish he has never been born by the time I get through with him. Well I will need your advice in the area as of how to get back at him, you always do come up with the better plans. Who knows maybe I will be seeing you sooner than you think.
~ Mary Sue
PS Why didn't you tell me that you and Jean were together? Does this mean I can go after Harry?
I sighed as I read the letter, feeling depressed yet happy. Now all I need to do is manage to keep all this from my mother...I wonder how this will happen, but with the help of Jean anything is possible.
The End
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