Over the next few days, the Lion Crew planned meticulously for the
Shakedown. The Shakedown was to be held in the Room of Requirement, which
could be easily decorated, but there still was the matter of the over 500
students who were coming to the event.
"How are 550 kids gonna manage to leave their Common Rooms without
noticing? Won't the teachers be a little suspicious"
"What's the dealio, Ron? You think I haven't planned for that?" said
Hermione.
"It's simple Hermione told everyone to come at a different time. That way,
it won't look like a load of kids just came bursting down the corridor."
"I'm feeling this plan. Yo Harry, how was detention last night?" Ron said
while nodding.
"You know the deal. Just old wack Snape telling me how worthless I am as I
cleaned out his old potion jars."
"So, Ron. Who are you bringing to the dance?" Hermione said with a grimace
that made her twitch slightly as if she was ailed by a disease.
"Oh, I don't know. Um, listen guys I gotta bounce. I'm supposed to,
um.well.I just gotta go." Ron said while eyeing the floor and running
swiftly out of the room.
"What's with you two? You've been all wacked out lately."
"Well, Harry. Some dudes just can't let the truth come out." Hermione
bounced out of the room, while Harry, very puzzled continued to plan alone.
The Shakedown was in just one week. The school was buzzing with excitement, as were Hermione Ron and Harry. Finally, within a few days, they would have the precious items needed to fulfill the Aging potion's requirements. Those few items would bring them closer to discovering the bling, thereby re- establishing Harry's reign as King of Rhymes. As Harry wearily walked down to the dungeons for Freestyle class, he ran into Ron and Hermione. "Hey, Ron looks like that chickenhead over there is smiling at you." Hermione said in an unctuous tone. "Shut yo mouth woman! All you do is talk and talk." "Yeah, player. At least I don't talk out of my bum." "And just what is that supposed to mean?" "You know what's there. Put it together yourself fool." Hermione said and she ran hurriedly ahead of the boys to the dungeons. "Why are you two always arguing?" "Dude, I'm telling you Harry. That girl is worse than Winky's butterbeer hangover ." Harry laughed as he opened the door to find Rap Master Snape staring at him with a penetrating look of disgust. Ron and Harry ran to their assigned seats as Snape began to explain the intricacies of freestyling. "Now, I don't expect all you chumps to be a freestyler. Freestylin' is more than waving a played out wand or chanting some words. It's a way of life. Now then, Malfoy get up here and show the other kids how it's done. You, Neville.you can attempt to battle against Malfoy." Neville slowly rose out of his seat to the front of the class where Malfoy stood waiting. Hermione sighed as Neville cleared his throat, and she seemed to be thinking along the same lines as Harry: There was no way Neville Longbottom could possibly beat Malfoy. "Yo, um.Malfoy is so.um. Malfoy is...he can't." Neville said as he face turned red, while the Slytherins laughed. "Here, Longbottom I'll start first. Neville is fool, how'd he even get into this school? He's just a little baby, and my rhymes are way hotter. He ain't even got parents just like his hero Potter." Malfoy said as Neville began to twitch. Malfoy had obviously struck a nerve when he mentioned Neville's parents, who were unable to remember him. Neville took a deep breath and began to rap. " Malfoy, what the hell is wrong with you? Yo momma looks like something I pulled off the bottom of my shoe. Yo daddy's such a little punk, he wears a bow in is hair. Malfoy were you born this ugly, or did a curse hit you somewhere?" Neville said with a look of astonishment at the words that just echoed from his mouth. The Gryffindors erupted with cheers and congratulations, before Snape had silenced them. "Obviously, that know-it-all Granger helped him rehearse before class. 50 points from Gryffindor" But it didn't matter. Everyone knew that Neville had triumphed. As class ended and the room emptied, Neville exited with the biggest grin imaginable and a happy spring in his thug walk.
The Shakedown was in just one week. The school was buzzing with excitement, as were Hermione Ron and Harry. Finally, within a few days, they would have the precious items needed to fulfill the Aging potion's requirements. Those few items would bring them closer to discovering the bling, thereby re- establishing Harry's reign as King of Rhymes. As Harry wearily walked down to the dungeons for Freestyle class, he ran into Ron and Hermione. "Hey, Ron looks like that chickenhead over there is smiling at you." Hermione said in an unctuous tone. "Shut yo mouth woman! All you do is talk and talk." "Yeah, player. At least I don't talk out of my bum." "And just what is that supposed to mean?" "You know what's there. Put it together yourself fool." Hermione said and she ran hurriedly ahead of the boys to the dungeons. "Why are you two always arguing?" "Dude, I'm telling you Harry. That girl is worse than Winky's butterbeer hangover ." Harry laughed as he opened the door to find Rap Master Snape staring at him with a penetrating look of disgust. Ron and Harry ran to their assigned seats as Snape began to explain the intricacies of freestyling. "Now, I don't expect all you chumps to be a freestyler. Freestylin' is more than waving a played out wand or chanting some words. It's a way of life. Now then, Malfoy get up here and show the other kids how it's done. You, Neville.you can attempt to battle against Malfoy." Neville slowly rose out of his seat to the front of the class where Malfoy stood waiting. Hermione sighed as Neville cleared his throat, and she seemed to be thinking along the same lines as Harry: There was no way Neville Longbottom could possibly beat Malfoy. "Yo, um.Malfoy is so.um. Malfoy is...he can't." Neville said as he face turned red, while the Slytherins laughed. "Here, Longbottom I'll start first. Neville is fool, how'd he even get into this school? He's just a little baby, and my rhymes are way hotter. He ain't even got parents just like his hero Potter." Malfoy said as Neville began to twitch. Malfoy had obviously struck a nerve when he mentioned Neville's parents, who were unable to remember him. Neville took a deep breath and began to rap. " Malfoy, what the hell is wrong with you? Yo momma looks like something I pulled off the bottom of my shoe. Yo daddy's such a little punk, he wears a bow in is hair. Malfoy were you born this ugly, or did a curse hit you somewhere?" Neville said with a look of astonishment at the words that just echoed from his mouth. The Gryffindors erupted with cheers and congratulations, before Snape had silenced them. "Obviously, that know-it-all Granger helped him rehearse before class. 50 points from Gryffindor" But it didn't matter. Everyone knew that Neville had triumphed. As class ended and the room emptied, Neville exited with the biggest grin imaginable and a happy spring in his thug walk.