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Chappie Dose...Dos...Number Two
As the clothing crashed through the window and into the room, Ginny awoke with a start. She felt as if she were receiving an unusual wake up call for class, but when she turned her drowsy eyes to the clock, it read 3:21(.476) A.M. She let out a groan, and walked towards the window, looking out. To put it majestically, her llama undies shined in the moonlight.
When she glanced towards the ground, she noticed a shadowy figure. She was startled, but with one swift movement, he ran behind the lawn gnome, and almost disappeared.
Ginny then grabbed the piece of clothing that had invaded her dorm. She realized it was a very wooly sweater with her initial on the front. In fact, it looked exactly like a sweater her mother would sew for her. In it, there was a sticky note, and something very awkward.
The note read: We need more for the order
You have been chosen
This is your instrument
Meet at the next seventh year meeting
-The Mitten
Ginny picked up the strange looking object. It was very long, dark black (almost aqua black) and had strange holes in the sides. It reminded her of a tampon incident gone bad. She shuddered.
Then she let out a terrifying gasp. It was all becoming clear to her now! The order, chosen! This was from Voldemort himself. He obviously needed more Death Eaters for his eevil (so evil it needed two e's) plan to take over the wizarding world and kill Harry. Obviously the strange piece of...whatever was a weapon to kill Harry and the others.
She took a quick glance over the instrument again. Yes, it did look very evil. Very evil indeed. Suddenly, Ginny heard more glass shatter. He was giving these weapons to other students as well! He was trying to change them all into eevil demons!
Quickly she ran out of the room and noticed all of the sixth years standing in a circle. They were hoarsely whispering and some were yelling at others. Ginny noticed that they had also received weapons. Some of the weapons were made of some form of brass, while others were like hers, small and had the tampon issue.
She jumped into the center and said, "Calm down! It's okay, it's okay! The Death Eaters or even Voldemort himself must have broken into the school and given these out. He wants to change us against our own friends! We won't go down without a fight! We'll refuse to go to the meeting, it's obviously a trap!"
It was very quiet for a few seconds. Then one of the students, with strange freckles and a mole under the nose, yelled, "But what should we do? We'll surely be killed!"
Ginny began to look at the ground. "The first thing we must do is keep this secret, especially to Dumbledore. He's already off his rocker, and if you say that Voldemort broke in, he'll be put under even more stress. Should he or anyone mention anything about this, we will say we know nothing! Also, we can't tell the Seventh Years either. If they know their lives are in danger, the school could break into total panic."
Ginny paused for a moment, and then a great idea entered her little mind. "I've decided that we will secretly go to this meeting, and should any trouble come, we will try to fight it. Is everyone agreed?"
Everyone quietly nodded. Suddenly another voice emerged. "But what does "The Mitten" mean?"
Ginny shook her head. "I don't know, but it couldn't possibly be anything good for us. It may have something to do with the food, so whatever you do, dodge every pastry and baked goods for the next few weeks until the meeting comes."
With that, Ginny closed with a few words about the reservation of the rubber trees, and they all went back to their dorms.
Try as they might, they couldn't obtain any sleep.
*~*
Meanwhile, Harry had talked Dumbledore into bringing Quidditch back. It took an hour of persuasion, a macaroni painting of the Mona Lisa, and even a foot massage, but Harry finally broke Dumbledore down.
"Harry, I'll bring Quidditch back, but you won't be playing." Dumbledore smiled. "I'm going to make you as well as the other Quidditch players train the others how to play and say that the Seventh's can't play because of a fluctuation in unibrow nutrition."
"But, sir-"
"Don't try to talk me out of it!" Dumbledore giggled. "I can't be easily broken down. And don't tell any of the Fifth years about the band. You can only talk to the Sixth Years because they will also be in our marching band. I want you, as well as the others to encourage them to come to the meetings so we can get started. I already passed out their instruments while you were eating Mona's left macaroni breast."
Harry blushed, "Sir, I-"
"Yeah, you thought I wouldn't notice! Oh Harry, will you ever understand that I will always have better brains than you?" Dumbledore smiled.
"Sir, let's hope that's never the case." Harry stammered. "And about this "band" nonsense. What's our name? Do we even have a name?"
"Of course we have a name!" Dumbledore protested, his eyebrows raised. "I'm just not ready to tell you yet. By the way, I have considered a mime show."
"A mime show? Professor, that makes no sense. If we have musical instruments, why are we going to be-"
"It shall all be revealed later!" Dumbledore cried, his arms raised as light shined from his glistening pruny body. "Do not worry about these things Harry. Everything will be revealed all in due time!"
With that Harry left. He silently strode back to his room. He was thinking about what he would tell Ron when he got back. Did he really want Ron to know that Dumbledore had finally gone insane? That he wouldn't be seeing the last season of Quidditch.
He entered. Ron sat up in his bed eager to hear the news. "What did he say, Harry?" Ron asked.
Harry looked up. "Oh nothing really. First he talked about underwater basketweaving-"
Ron gasped. "He's not going to make us do that too is he?"
"No, but he was thinking about it. Luckily, I was there to stop him." Harry said, pushing out his chest so that his bear pajamas didn't seem too noticeable.
"That's just like you Harry, always there to save the day!" Ron beamed. Suddenly, he looked at Harry's face. "Harry, is that a...macaroni noodle hanging from your lip?"
Harry broke out into a sweat. "M-m-macaroni?" He stammered, wiping at his face, "No, no, don't be ridiculous. It was...spit. Yeah, spit!"
Ron frowned, "Did you and Dumbledore talk about the flute again?"
"Eew, no! Besides that was all a misunderstanding. I just simply asked Dumbledore where it was supposed to go, and he shoved it up-"
NOTE: The rest of this conversation has been deleted due to the safety and\or stomachs of others. He was saying he snowed it up, and you read it wrong, you nasty pervert. Anywho, this chapter is over.
The moose were left out for a funnier chapter and a rainy day.
Chappie Dose...Dos...Number Two
As the clothing crashed through the window and into the room, Ginny awoke with a start. She felt as if she were receiving an unusual wake up call for class, but when she turned her drowsy eyes to the clock, it read 3:21(.476) A.M. She let out a groan, and walked towards the window, looking out. To put it majestically, her llama undies shined in the moonlight.
When she glanced towards the ground, she noticed a shadowy figure. She was startled, but with one swift movement, he ran behind the lawn gnome, and almost disappeared.
Ginny then grabbed the piece of clothing that had invaded her dorm. She realized it was a very wooly sweater with her initial on the front. In fact, it looked exactly like a sweater her mother would sew for her. In it, there was a sticky note, and something very awkward.
The note read: We need more for the order
You have been chosen
This is your instrument
Meet at the next seventh year meeting
-The Mitten
Ginny picked up the strange looking object. It was very long, dark black (almost aqua black) and had strange holes in the sides. It reminded her of a tampon incident gone bad. She shuddered.
Then she let out a terrifying gasp. It was all becoming clear to her now! The order, chosen! This was from Voldemort himself. He obviously needed more Death Eaters for his eevil (so evil it needed two e's) plan to take over the wizarding world and kill Harry. Obviously the strange piece of...whatever was a weapon to kill Harry and the others.
She took a quick glance over the instrument again. Yes, it did look very evil. Very evil indeed. Suddenly, Ginny heard more glass shatter. He was giving these weapons to other students as well! He was trying to change them all into eevil demons!
Quickly she ran out of the room and noticed all of the sixth years standing in a circle. They were hoarsely whispering and some were yelling at others. Ginny noticed that they had also received weapons. Some of the weapons were made of some form of brass, while others were like hers, small and had the tampon issue.
She jumped into the center and said, "Calm down! It's okay, it's okay! The Death Eaters or even Voldemort himself must have broken into the school and given these out. He wants to change us against our own friends! We won't go down without a fight! We'll refuse to go to the meeting, it's obviously a trap!"
It was very quiet for a few seconds. Then one of the students, with strange freckles and a mole under the nose, yelled, "But what should we do? We'll surely be killed!"
Ginny began to look at the ground. "The first thing we must do is keep this secret, especially to Dumbledore. He's already off his rocker, and if you say that Voldemort broke in, he'll be put under even more stress. Should he or anyone mention anything about this, we will say we know nothing! Also, we can't tell the Seventh Years either. If they know their lives are in danger, the school could break into total panic."
Ginny paused for a moment, and then a great idea entered her little mind. "I've decided that we will secretly go to this meeting, and should any trouble come, we will try to fight it. Is everyone agreed?"
Everyone quietly nodded. Suddenly another voice emerged. "But what does "The Mitten" mean?"
Ginny shook her head. "I don't know, but it couldn't possibly be anything good for us. It may have something to do with the food, so whatever you do, dodge every pastry and baked goods for the next few weeks until the meeting comes."
With that, Ginny closed with a few words about the reservation of the rubber trees, and they all went back to their dorms.
Try as they might, they couldn't obtain any sleep.
*~*
Meanwhile, Harry had talked Dumbledore into bringing Quidditch back. It took an hour of persuasion, a macaroni painting of the Mona Lisa, and even a foot massage, but Harry finally broke Dumbledore down.
"Harry, I'll bring Quidditch back, but you won't be playing." Dumbledore smiled. "I'm going to make you as well as the other Quidditch players train the others how to play and say that the Seventh's can't play because of a fluctuation in unibrow nutrition."
"But, sir-"
"Don't try to talk me out of it!" Dumbledore giggled. "I can't be easily broken down. And don't tell any of the Fifth years about the band. You can only talk to the Sixth Years because they will also be in our marching band. I want you, as well as the others to encourage them to come to the meetings so we can get started. I already passed out their instruments while you were eating Mona's left macaroni breast."
Harry blushed, "Sir, I-"
"Yeah, you thought I wouldn't notice! Oh Harry, will you ever understand that I will always have better brains than you?" Dumbledore smiled.
"Sir, let's hope that's never the case." Harry stammered. "And about this "band" nonsense. What's our name? Do we even have a name?"
"Of course we have a name!" Dumbledore protested, his eyebrows raised. "I'm just not ready to tell you yet. By the way, I have considered a mime show."
"A mime show? Professor, that makes no sense. If we have musical instruments, why are we going to be-"
"It shall all be revealed later!" Dumbledore cried, his arms raised as light shined from his glistening pruny body. "Do not worry about these things Harry. Everything will be revealed all in due time!"
With that Harry left. He silently strode back to his room. He was thinking about what he would tell Ron when he got back. Did he really want Ron to know that Dumbledore had finally gone insane? That he wouldn't be seeing the last season of Quidditch.
He entered. Ron sat up in his bed eager to hear the news. "What did he say, Harry?" Ron asked.
Harry looked up. "Oh nothing really. First he talked about underwater basketweaving-"
Ron gasped. "He's not going to make us do that too is he?"
"No, but he was thinking about it. Luckily, I was there to stop him." Harry said, pushing out his chest so that his bear pajamas didn't seem too noticeable.
"That's just like you Harry, always there to save the day!" Ron beamed. Suddenly, he looked at Harry's face. "Harry, is that a...macaroni noodle hanging from your lip?"
Harry broke out into a sweat. "M-m-macaroni?" He stammered, wiping at his face, "No, no, don't be ridiculous. It was...spit. Yeah, spit!"
Ron frowned, "Did you and Dumbledore talk about the flute again?"
"Eew, no! Besides that was all a misunderstanding. I just simply asked Dumbledore where it was supposed to go, and he shoved it up-"
NOTE: The rest of this conversation has been deleted due to the safety and\or stomachs of others. He was saying he snowed it up, and you read it wrong, you nasty pervert. Anywho, this chapter is over.
The moose were left out for a funnier chapter and a rainy day.