*Oooooohh...my head...*
Ronald Weasley sat up—slowly at first, then all the way as he realized he was still on the floor. Lazily, he stretched(sleeping on the floor will make you very stiff) and scratched his back as he yawned and opened his eyes.
Then he froze. And stared around him for several minutes.
Because the Gryffindor common room as he knew it was gone. The deep red walls were still there, but the hardwood floors and red rugs had been replaced with a thick, deep gold shag carpet. Ron's favorite armchair—as well as all the others—weren't there either. Instead, there were huge, squashy things just laying around. The desks that students would use had been replaced with some extremely bright plastic tables, each of which had a lava lamp on it that kept changing colors every three seconds.
It wasn't really a bad effect overall, but still, Ron was pretty freaked out. He had not been moved at all while sleeping—so how had the carpet gotten there? Finally, after maybe three minutes, he figured that it was just some kind of magic and stood up.
His stomach grumbled loudly. "Yeah, yeah, pipe down, we're going to the Great Hall anyways." And he walked out into hallways in that direction to prove his point. The Fat Lady screeching that she had never seen him before ("Hey, who are you? And how did you get in there? I didn't let you in...COME BACK HERE, RUFFIAN! TELL ME HOW YOU GOT INTO MY TOWER!!!!!!!!") unnerved him a little, but Ron, being Ron, just ignored it.
But then he walked through the door. And he couldn't ignore the Great Hall. The ceiling was no longer a reflection of the sky; instead, there was a huge tye-dye swirl moving around above the students. He couldn't see Harry or Hermione anywhere—as a matter of fact, he couldn't recognize anybody. No, scratch that: he could see Dumbledore sitting at the Head Table, chatting animatedly to the strange witch next to him.
"..."
Ron was baffled, and no wonder. Dumbledore was a lot younger than as he knew him, with his long, sweeping hair and beard a light auburn. But that wasn't the worst of it—he was wearing robes that were changing from red to green to purple to orange; his half moon glasses were now pink-tinted.
Yep. Albus Dumbledore was a hippie.
Ron's mouth dropped open. He stared, and finally, he had had enough of the weirdness going on around him.
"WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON!?!?!?!?" The Great Hall fell silent at the huge roar that came out of Ron's mouth. Now they stared, and he stared back. They all just stood there, staring, for quite a while, then a red headed student stood.
"Hey, look, man, no need to yell...We're just having an excellent feast before the school years really begins to get going.."
Now, what ever Ron was expecting to hear, this wasn't it. "Beginning of the year? But..."
A plump witch sitting next to the redhead raised her goblet. "Yeah, man, the beginning. I love beginnings, don't you? As a matter of fact...Here's to Hogwarts 1973!"
All those students imitated the witch, now oblivious to Ron gaping, leaning on the doorway to the Great Hall in shock.
*HOGWARTS 1973?!?*
Heyall, it's Starhawk9. Sorry the next chappies are so late-my evil master, the Plot Bunny, caused a computer glitch to eliminate all my nicely- finished work, so I had to write it all over again
Plot Bunny—nonsense, you deserved to lose those chapters. They were terrible. NOW STOP TALKING AND GET TO WORK!!!!!!!!
Starhawk9—yes, sir *whimpers as the chains chafe her wrists when she types* *in a whisper* save me, please...
Ronald Weasley sat up—slowly at first, then all the way as he realized he was still on the floor. Lazily, he stretched(sleeping on the floor will make you very stiff) and scratched his back as he yawned and opened his eyes.
Then he froze. And stared around him for several minutes.
Because the Gryffindor common room as he knew it was gone. The deep red walls were still there, but the hardwood floors and red rugs had been replaced with a thick, deep gold shag carpet. Ron's favorite armchair—as well as all the others—weren't there either. Instead, there were huge, squashy things just laying around. The desks that students would use had been replaced with some extremely bright plastic tables, each of which had a lava lamp on it that kept changing colors every three seconds.
It wasn't really a bad effect overall, but still, Ron was pretty freaked out. He had not been moved at all while sleeping—so how had the carpet gotten there? Finally, after maybe three minutes, he figured that it was just some kind of magic and stood up.
His stomach grumbled loudly. "Yeah, yeah, pipe down, we're going to the Great Hall anyways." And he walked out into hallways in that direction to prove his point. The Fat Lady screeching that she had never seen him before ("Hey, who are you? And how did you get in there? I didn't let you in...COME BACK HERE, RUFFIAN! TELL ME HOW YOU GOT INTO MY TOWER!!!!!!!!") unnerved him a little, but Ron, being Ron, just ignored it.
But then he walked through the door. And he couldn't ignore the Great Hall. The ceiling was no longer a reflection of the sky; instead, there was a huge tye-dye swirl moving around above the students. He couldn't see Harry or Hermione anywhere—as a matter of fact, he couldn't recognize anybody. No, scratch that: he could see Dumbledore sitting at the Head Table, chatting animatedly to the strange witch next to him.
"..."
Ron was baffled, and no wonder. Dumbledore was a lot younger than as he knew him, with his long, sweeping hair and beard a light auburn. But that wasn't the worst of it—he was wearing robes that were changing from red to green to purple to orange; his half moon glasses were now pink-tinted.
Yep. Albus Dumbledore was a hippie.
Ron's mouth dropped open. He stared, and finally, he had had enough of the weirdness going on around him.
"WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON!?!?!?!?" The Great Hall fell silent at the huge roar that came out of Ron's mouth. Now they stared, and he stared back. They all just stood there, staring, for quite a while, then a red headed student stood.
"Hey, look, man, no need to yell...We're just having an excellent feast before the school years really begins to get going.."
Now, what ever Ron was expecting to hear, this wasn't it. "Beginning of the year? But..."
A plump witch sitting next to the redhead raised her goblet. "Yeah, man, the beginning. I love beginnings, don't you? As a matter of fact...Here's to Hogwarts 1973!"
All those students imitated the witch, now oblivious to Ron gaping, leaning on the doorway to the Great Hall in shock.
*HOGWARTS 1973?!?*
Heyall, it's Starhawk9. Sorry the next chappies are so late-my evil master, the Plot Bunny, caused a computer glitch to eliminate all my nicely- finished work, so I had to write it all over again
Plot Bunny—nonsense, you deserved to lose those chapters. They were terrible. NOW STOP TALKING AND GET TO WORK!!!!!!!!
Starhawk9—yes, sir *whimpers as the chains chafe her wrists when she types* *in a whisper* save me, please...