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I solemnly swear that I do not own a thing that has to do with the wonderful Harry Potter books.
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September 3rd 1973
All was quiet. Not one sound wave vibrated off the eardrum of anyone in the teachers' lounge. Every few years suggestions would come up and they would quickly would be turned down, yet some somehow managed to survive. Today headmaster Albus Dumbledore suggested installing a giant clock on one of the towers and the poor teachers sitting around him started to believe that the old headmaster finally cracked.
Remus Lupin silently sat at the end of the table and scribbled notes about the headmaster's insanity. He had been silent since the traumatic day before, when he spent a whole two hours listening to the loud mouthed deer talk about the pointless lives of students. He came to the conclusion that the stag hardly ever talked to anybody and wouldn't likely tell anyone of the animangi. Suddenly he became aware every teacher looking at him. He lowered his wizard earphones (he was listening to swing music, that only he could hear thanks to the charm placed upon the CD player) and smiled innocently.
"Now as I said before, you and Severus will need to make sure the ministry comes with Dumbledore's clock on time and everything goes smoothly," McGonagall said slowly and clearly, wagging her finger in the faces of the potions master and the defense against the dark arts teacher. They nodded, both too scared to argue with McGonagall.
So this is what teachers do on Saturdays. I thought they would do something fun. Then again I can't see Dumbledore installing cable or Flitwick and Victor eating popcorn and other messy foods while watching the game...
"Lupin have you been listening to a thing I've said?" Remus looked up to see McGonagall giving him the most frightening of stares. He shoved the journal back in his pocket and smiled innocently. "Good. The clock will be arriving Sunday morning..." She stopped as she noticed that the teachers where looking around, as if trying to remember something they had forgotten. "Sunday is tomorrow."
"Of course I remembered that!" Snape sneered; trying to hide the fact that he thought tomorrow was Wednesday. McGonagall rolled her eyes. Dumbledore cleared his throat loudly, getting everybody's attention.
"I also have some other news that will need to be dealt with. A small group of dementors who have been stationed at the north end of the school sent a note yesterday that they had in fact, formed a strike and want a raise. As the ministry ignored this note, a dementor by the name of Yolanda has taken one of the students captive. Do not panic for the boy they took is still alive and is a Slytherin by the name of Gregory Goyle. We will be sending in a large check so that they might hopefully return our student." Dumbledore frowned as he noticed that none of the teachers seemed to care about the fate of Gregory Goyle. Remus had his headphones back on and was playing hangman with Flitwick on his journal; Snape was drawing a picture of a snake and smiling fondly at it, McGonagall was painting her nails, Binns was shuffling through history essays and Vector was grading homework. "I'm through with all the news." All the teachers perked up, except for Remus and Flitwick who were arguing over the rules of the game.
"Spontaneous combustion can not be your word! It's two words!"
"Yes it can! The rules are that you can in fact have more then one word."
"You didn't say that at the beginning though!"
"Yeah well, this is my journal!"
"That's cheating! Cheater!"
"Sore loser!"
"Jerk!"
"Midget!" Dumbledore began hitting his head against his desk. McGonagall, who sensed that if she did not interfere then the fight would go on till dinner, calmly stood up and tapped her wand against the table.
"Who wants to play Hogwarts monopoly!" she said in a perky voice she never used around the students.
"Sure, but I get to be Draco," Snape said in a low, frightening voice.
"Why do you always get to be Draco?" asked one of the lesser-known female teachers who doesn't even have a name.
"Because I don't want to be stuck with Potter or a Weasley like the last times we played Hogwarts monopoly," Snape answered. McGonagall yet again rolled her eyes as she unfolded a large beautiful monopoly bored. Every square represented a room in the castle. In the middle of the bored thousands of little letters swirled around so that when somebody landed on a chance square, the letters would form a sentence and tell them what to do. The pieces were Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Neville Longbottom and for some strange reason, Moaning Myrtle. The pieces were quickly chosen. Remus picked Harry, Dumbledore picked Neville, McGonagall picked Hermione, Flitwick picked Ginny, Vector picked George, Binns picked Fred, and the lesser-known teacher squealed in delight as she picked Ron.
Little did Remus know what he had gotten himself into.
The little medal pieces walked over to the GO square and sat down, waiting for the little golden Hogwarts monopoly special edition dice to be rolled. The miniature silver Draco began to grow impatient while waiting for the Hogwarts teachers to make out who was going to go first. He lifted his miniature silver wand and poked the miniature Ron on the back of his silvery head. Ron and the miniature silver Harry spun around to face their foe.
I solemnly swear that I do not own a thing that has to do with the wonderful Harry Potter books.
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September 3rd 1973
All was quiet. Not one sound wave vibrated off the eardrum of anyone in the teachers' lounge. Every few years suggestions would come up and they would quickly would be turned down, yet some somehow managed to survive. Today headmaster Albus Dumbledore suggested installing a giant clock on one of the towers and the poor teachers sitting around him started to believe that the old headmaster finally cracked.
Remus Lupin silently sat at the end of the table and scribbled notes about the headmaster's insanity. He had been silent since the traumatic day before, when he spent a whole two hours listening to the loud mouthed deer talk about the pointless lives of students. He came to the conclusion that the stag hardly ever talked to anybody and wouldn't likely tell anyone of the animangi. Suddenly he became aware every teacher looking at him. He lowered his wizard earphones (he was listening to swing music, that only he could hear thanks to the charm placed upon the CD player) and smiled innocently.
"Now as I said before, you and Severus will need to make sure the ministry comes with Dumbledore's clock on time and everything goes smoothly," McGonagall said slowly and clearly, wagging her finger in the faces of the potions master and the defense against the dark arts teacher. They nodded, both too scared to argue with McGonagall.
So this is what teachers do on Saturdays. I thought they would do something fun. Then again I can't see Dumbledore installing cable or Flitwick and Victor eating popcorn and other messy foods while watching the game...
"Lupin have you been listening to a thing I've said?" Remus looked up to see McGonagall giving him the most frightening of stares. He shoved the journal back in his pocket and smiled innocently. "Good. The clock will be arriving Sunday morning..." She stopped as she noticed that the teachers where looking around, as if trying to remember something they had forgotten. "Sunday is tomorrow."
"Of course I remembered that!" Snape sneered; trying to hide the fact that he thought tomorrow was Wednesday. McGonagall rolled her eyes. Dumbledore cleared his throat loudly, getting everybody's attention.
"I also have some other news that will need to be dealt with. A small group of dementors who have been stationed at the north end of the school sent a note yesterday that they had in fact, formed a strike and want a raise. As the ministry ignored this note, a dementor by the name of Yolanda has taken one of the students captive. Do not panic for the boy they took is still alive and is a Slytherin by the name of Gregory Goyle. We will be sending in a large check so that they might hopefully return our student." Dumbledore frowned as he noticed that none of the teachers seemed to care about the fate of Gregory Goyle. Remus had his headphones back on and was playing hangman with Flitwick on his journal; Snape was drawing a picture of a snake and smiling fondly at it, McGonagall was painting her nails, Binns was shuffling through history essays and Vector was grading homework. "I'm through with all the news." All the teachers perked up, except for Remus and Flitwick who were arguing over the rules of the game.
"Spontaneous combustion can not be your word! It's two words!"
"Yes it can! The rules are that you can in fact have more then one word."
"You didn't say that at the beginning though!"
"Yeah well, this is my journal!"
"That's cheating! Cheater!"
"Sore loser!"
"Jerk!"
"Midget!" Dumbledore began hitting his head against his desk. McGonagall, who sensed that if she did not interfere then the fight would go on till dinner, calmly stood up and tapped her wand against the table.
"Who wants to play Hogwarts monopoly!" she said in a perky voice she never used around the students.
"Sure, but I get to be Draco," Snape said in a low, frightening voice.
"Why do you always get to be Draco?" asked one of the lesser-known female teachers who doesn't even have a name.
"Because I don't want to be stuck with Potter or a Weasley like the last times we played Hogwarts monopoly," Snape answered. McGonagall yet again rolled her eyes as she unfolded a large beautiful monopoly bored. Every square represented a room in the castle. In the middle of the bored thousands of little letters swirled around so that when somebody landed on a chance square, the letters would form a sentence and tell them what to do. The pieces were Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Neville Longbottom and for some strange reason, Moaning Myrtle. The pieces were quickly chosen. Remus picked Harry, Dumbledore picked Neville, McGonagall picked Hermione, Flitwick picked Ginny, Vector picked George, Binns picked Fred, and the lesser-known teacher squealed in delight as she picked Ron.
Little did Remus know what he had gotten himself into.
The little medal pieces walked over to the GO square and sat down, waiting for the little golden Hogwarts monopoly special edition dice to be rolled. The miniature silver Draco began to grow impatient while waiting for the Hogwarts teachers to make out who was going to go first. He lifted his miniature silver wand and poked the miniature Ron on the back of his silvery head. Ron and the miniature silver Harry spun around to face their foe.