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Up in the Gryfindor common room Ruth, Gemma, Vixie Pixie and Sophia were lounging in the chairs Ron, Seamus, Harry, Hermione and Neville were standing around busy explaining about the chamber of horrors otherwise known as Snape's classroom. In great detail Harry expressed his feelings describing an evil torturer; "He's a hunchback old man, with a huge hooked nose and oily black hair that probably hasn't been washed since the day he got his job. He gives all the Slytherins free points and knocks 'em off Gryfindors for any offence. I think he's still on the darkside- I mean look at his cloak you'd think he was flipping Dracula"
The newcomers looked at each other uncertainly, what if he really was a dark wizard?
"Ahem," coughed Vixie Pixie, "Could we talk about something else? Like Hogsmede?" "Yeah Hogsmede's cool, they have a great joke shop." Replied Ron. "Maybe we could go together sometime?" "Yeah it would be great to show you all around." Vixie Pixie blushed while the others laughed, she didn't need to explain that to her together meant her and one boy in particular.
"If the Slytherins are all so bad," interrupted Ruth, "why don't you do something about it?" "Like what? Beat them all up?" said Neville nervously "Yeah!" roared Gemma waving prancing about in fantasy warrior imitation. The fifth years looked at her uncertain as to whether she was truly insane or just two wands short of Ollivanders. "Not with Goyle and Crabbe we can't, and anyway Mr. Draco-I've-lost-my- teddy-bear-Malfoy will run to his precious didums who'll have us expelled if we try anything magical." "Huh!" exclaimed Gemma, "I'd crack Crabbe and Goyles heads together and smash them so that the bits of fluff they call brains fall out!"
Looking rather shocked Hermione sharply told them that, "You are not supposed to judge on appearances and what Ron tells you, they have done anything to you yet."
"Yet" said Sophia darkly, speaking for the first time and trying to recover from the embarrassment of her entrance. She had expected an applause for her wonderful magic skills. Well, it had been a bit of a mad idea, if only it had been a bet or something she would have gained money and have had a perfect excuse. "I will think of something, they might not seem to have done anything but I heard them coughing Mudbloods when we went upstairs." Muttered Vixie. They sighed resolutely –that topic was closed, but there were a thousand and one others to opened and discussed.
"Well, well look at this everyone I think I've found some one worse than Neville. May I ask you what this is supposed to be? No, on second thoughts don't answer that. I would hardly expect anything legible to come out of your mouth." Snape growled threateningly, "You have chopped up your pixie hair to thinly so you will just have to start again. It seems the newcomers are not so magically special after all. Only a special few can manage the exact art potion brewing and arrogance will get you no where here." No one had to guess has to who that few were that Snape was talking about especially not with Malfoy smirking like that. Poor Sophia was practically wilting under Snape's glare. The bat figure flew around the dungeon looking for more prey and of course he found it. Malfoy was practically dying. He had found a way to get Potter and the new muggles into trouble, yet again. He was practically cackling. Draco, the little worm, had pushed over Ruth's small cauldron causing Harry's to fall over as well. You can already imagine Snape in his prime dealing out detention left, right and centre -everyone except Slytherins.
You could almost see the puddles drying up at the steam coming out of Ron's ears as he spoke to his friends in the courtyard, "That was so unfair. I mean Snape saw Malfoy push it over under his nose and what happens we have detention again! Bias toad."
It was shortly after lunch when they should have been relaxing however all the Gryfindors who were in the afore mentioned potions lesson were talking about it. Except for Hermione who was in the library, before they had any homework. Four weeks into the school term and the Gryfindors had all been getting on very well with the newcomers. However they themselves were very worried about their friend Amanda being placed in Slytherin, then again they had always suspected there was something strange about her. Susan in Ravenclaw was sad, but to be expected. Her IQ out shone that of the others and she would have people of her own brains to mix with. After hours of frustration Gemma and Ruth, Vixie and Sophia had come up with a plan. A very well thought out and cunning plan, not that they were sinking to Slytherin tactics of course, but they really believed it to be foolproof.
The Gryfindors of all ages had gathered together in the common room to hear this grand announcement, "We," began Ruth, "have finally found a way," continued Gemma, "To beat the Slytherins," finished Vixie Pixie. "Let us explain. What we intend on organising is a very legal and approved of duelling competition. Everyone is going to learn how to duel and then the housemasters will choose three people from each house. They will then duel with one person from all the other houses. It will be particularly open to the more skilled witches and wizards who can't play in the Quidditch tournaments. What we propose is once the three from each house have been chosen we will meet with those from each house except of course Slytherin. There I will explain exactly how, working together Slytherin will lose. I do not think it really matters who wins so long as we can be sure that Slytherin come last." When she had finished there was silence, then Harry ventured, "Um.. but how are you so sure the professors will agree to it?" "I'm sure that if McGonagal thinks we may win she is sure to agree to it." Said Hermione interrupting, "I propose that I go to her with the suggestion." "Fantastic!" yelled Lee Jordan, "I'm positive the other houses hate the Slytherins and Snape as much as we do." It was all settled and the schemers lay back, everything now rested on the house masters agreeing to it all and the re-starting of a duelling club. Maybe it would go a little better than what they had heard of the last attempt.
"Wonderful! I think it's a fantastic idea for our pupils!" broke in McGonagal. "but Minerva the whole thing is organised by the pupils, don't you think we at least ought to take charge. You can't expect people like Potter to be able to organise things." "Now Severus I'm sure everything will be fine, after all according to their rules you can choose who you want." This was the argument going on in the Hogwarts staff room between McGonagal and Snape whilst the other teachers watched with amusement. Flitwick and Sprout had agreed immediately, but Snape being the annoying pig that he is, had to disagree. "Really, you are suggesting that these new pupils are clever enough to duel." "I never said who I would choose to duel. I will wait till we start the duelling club." "If, we start the duelling club." The dispute continued, until Trewlany who had decided to descend from the inner eye whilst drinking her coffee; came up with the most wonderful argument. "I predict that if you enter this duel Slytherin will come last. I agree Severus, that it will be best if you draw out and let it be between the others." With a beetroot face Snape stood up and addressed the teachers, "If you really think I am such a coward you are wrong. Slytherin has always been home to the greatest duellers. Slytherin will win." With those final words he swept out of the room furiously whilst the other teachers burst into laughter and crowded round to shake a confused Trewlany's hand. "That was wonderful my dear," said Dumbledore pumping her arm up and down. "I don't see what the fuss is, I saw it, Snape is going to lose." She said puzzled.
Authors note; Well the question is: Is that a good sign or bad? Everyone knows Trewlany's predictions don't come true, or do they?
Up in the Gryfindor common room Ruth, Gemma, Vixie Pixie and Sophia were lounging in the chairs Ron, Seamus, Harry, Hermione and Neville were standing around busy explaining about the chamber of horrors otherwise known as Snape's classroom. In great detail Harry expressed his feelings describing an evil torturer; "He's a hunchback old man, with a huge hooked nose and oily black hair that probably hasn't been washed since the day he got his job. He gives all the Slytherins free points and knocks 'em off Gryfindors for any offence. I think he's still on the darkside- I mean look at his cloak you'd think he was flipping Dracula"
The newcomers looked at each other uncertainly, what if he really was a dark wizard?
"Ahem," coughed Vixie Pixie, "Could we talk about something else? Like Hogsmede?" "Yeah Hogsmede's cool, they have a great joke shop." Replied Ron. "Maybe we could go together sometime?" "Yeah it would be great to show you all around." Vixie Pixie blushed while the others laughed, she didn't need to explain that to her together meant her and one boy in particular.
"If the Slytherins are all so bad," interrupted Ruth, "why don't you do something about it?" "Like what? Beat them all up?" said Neville nervously "Yeah!" roared Gemma waving prancing about in fantasy warrior imitation. The fifth years looked at her uncertain as to whether she was truly insane or just two wands short of Ollivanders. "Not with Goyle and Crabbe we can't, and anyway Mr. Draco-I've-lost-my- teddy-bear-Malfoy will run to his precious didums who'll have us expelled if we try anything magical." "Huh!" exclaimed Gemma, "I'd crack Crabbe and Goyles heads together and smash them so that the bits of fluff they call brains fall out!"
Looking rather shocked Hermione sharply told them that, "You are not supposed to judge on appearances and what Ron tells you, they have done anything to you yet."
"Yet" said Sophia darkly, speaking for the first time and trying to recover from the embarrassment of her entrance. She had expected an applause for her wonderful magic skills. Well, it had been a bit of a mad idea, if only it had been a bet or something she would have gained money and have had a perfect excuse. "I will think of something, they might not seem to have done anything but I heard them coughing Mudbloods when we went upstairs." Muttered Vixie. They sighed resolutely –that topic was closed, but there were a thousand and one others to opened and discussed.
"Well, well look at this everyone I think I've found some one worse than Neville. May I ask you what this is supposed to be? No, on second thoughts don't answer that. I would hardly expect anything legible to come out of your mouth." Snape growled threateningly, "You have chopped up your pixie hair to thinly so you will just have to start again. It seems the newcomers are not so magically special after all. Only a special few can manage the exact art potion brewing and arrogance will get you no where here." No one had to guess has to who that few were that Snape was talking about especially not with Malfoy smirking like that. Poor Sophia was practically wilting under Snape's glare. The bat figure flew around the dungeon looking for more prey and of course he found it. Malfoy was practically dying. He had found a way to get Potter and the new muggles into trouble, yet again. He was practically cackling. Draco, the little worm, had pushed over Ruth's small cauldron causing Harry's to fall over as well. You can already imagine Snape in his prime dealing out detention left, right and centre -everyone except Slytherins.
You could almost see the puddles drying up at the steam coming out of Ron's ears as he spoke to his friends in the courtyard, "That was so unfair. I mean Snape saw Malfoy push it over under his nose and what happens we have detention again! Bias toad."
It was shortly after lunch when they should have been relaxing however all the Gryfindors who were in the afore mentioned potions lesson were talking about it. Except for Hermione who was in the library, before they had any homework. Four weeks into the school term and the Gryfindors had all been getting on very well with the newcomers. However they themselves were very worried about their friend Amanda being placed in Slytherin, then again they had always suspected there was something strange about her. Susan in Ravenclaw was sad, but to be expected. Her IQ out shone that of the others and she would have people of her own brains to mix with. After hours of frustration Gemma and Ruth, Vixie and Sophia had come up with a plan. A very well thought out and cunning plan, not that they were sinking to Slytherin tactics of course, but they really believed it to be foolproof.
The Gryfindors of all ages had gathered together in the common room to hear this grand announcement, "We," began Ruth, "have finally found a way," continued Gemma, "To beat the Slytherins," finished Vixie Pixie. "Let us explain. What we intend on organising is a very legal and approved of duelling competition. Everyone is going to learn how to duel and then the housemasters will choose three people from each house. They will then duel with one person from all the other houses. It will be particularly open to the more skilled witches and wizards who can't play in the Quidditch tournaments. What we propose is once the three from each house have been chosen we will meet with those from each house except of course Slytherin. There I will explain exactly how, working together Slytherin will lose. I do not think it really matters who wins so long as we can be sure that Slytherin come last." When she had finished there was silence, then Harry ventured, "Um.. but how are you so sure the professors will agree to it?" "I'm sure that if McGonagal thinks we may win she is sure to agree to it." Said Hermione interrupting, "I propose that I go to her with the suggestion." "Fantastic!" yelled Lee Jordan, "I'm positive the other houses hate the Slytherins and Snape as much as we do." It was all settled and the schemers lay back, everything now rested on the house masters agreeing to it all and the re-starting of a duelling club. Maybe it would go a little better than what they had heard of the last attempt.
"Wonderful! I think it's a fantastic idea for our pupils!" broke in McGonagal. "but Minerva the whole thing is organised by the pupils, don't you think we at least ought to take charge. You can't expect people like Potter to be able to organise things." "Now Severus I'm sure everything will be fine, after all according to their rules you can choose who you want." This was the argument going on in the Hogwarts staff room between McGonagal and Snape whilst the other teachers watched with amusement. Flitwick and Sprout had agreed immediately, but Snape being the annoying pig that he is, had to disagree. "Really, you are suggesting that these new pupils are clever enough to duel." "I never said who I would choose to duel. I will wait till we start the duelling club." "If, we start the duelling club." The dispute continued, until Trewlany who had decided to descend from the inner eye whilst drinking her coffee; came up with the most wonderful argument. "I predict that if you enter this duel Slytherin will come last. I agree Severus, that it will be best if you draw out and let it be between the others." With a beetroot face Snape stood up and addressed the teachers, "If you really think I am such a coward you are wrong. Slytherin has always been home to the greatest duellers. Slytherin will win." With those final words he swept out of the room furiously whilst the other teachers burst into laughter and crowded round to shake a confused Trewlany's hand. "That was wonderful my dear," said Dumbledore pumping her arm up and down. "I don't see what the fuss is, I saw it, Snape is going to lose." She said puzzled.
Authors note; Well the question is: Is that a good sign or bad? Everyone knows Trewlany's predictions don't come true, or do they?