Chapter 3-Hogwarts In One Month
"Well," said Frodo. "This must be Gandalf's office."
"Of course it is!" Gandalf, said sitting behind the desk and propping his feet up. "Now we need to decide who will teach what class, savvy?"
"You did not just say 'savvy'." Legolas said, staring at the old wizard.
"Got a problem with it, woman?" he snapped. Legolas went back to muttering angrily.
"Now, Lego, you're going to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"What do I do?" Legolas asked.
"Read these and you'll find out." He handed him the five Harry Potter books. "Now, Aragorn, you'll do Potions; Gimli, you're the Care of Magical Creatures teacher; Frodo will do Divination, Boromir does Quidditch, Sam has Herbology, Merry will teach Charms, and Pip is left with Transfiguration."
Each person received the Harry Potter books. "Okay, the students arrive in a month."
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The next four weeks went pretty smoothly, all things considered. Pippin got his head stuck in the banister six times, fell down the stairs (that he claimed moved) twelve times, fell off some cliff twenty times (which was quite low considering his usual record was ninety-seven times a month), and raided the kitchen at least twice a day.
Sam nearly drowned in the lake three times, but actually had a knack for the Herbology thing. The fact that he was almost eaten by a man-eating plant is beside the point.
Frodo would randomly have seizures whenever anyone mentioned "Precious" or "Ring". But that was considered normal. Merry would raid the kitchens with Pip, and kept blowing up things, trying to get a levitating spell right. In the end, the only thing he could levitate was carrots. (How ironic.)
Gimli got a hold of his ax, and re-designed the Quidditch field before Aragorn could take it and hide it. A day didn't go by without Gimli complaining about not having his ax.
Aragorn had no problems except for his occasional falling asleep at the dinner table and waking up screaming, "Elendil!" and chopping the table to pieces with his sword.
Legolas had a huge temper tantrum when he met the house elves, loudly complaining that "It was impossible to be related to those hairless goblins!" He got even madder when Aragorn pointed out that goblins had no hair.
Boromir was actually great at Quidditch aside from the fact that Gandalf had sprinkled him with fairy dust so that he could fly the broom. And although he was graceful in the air, Boromir was a klutz on the ground. Tripping was a fact of life and he had already broken a number of irreplaceable antiques.
Gandalf stayed in his office most of the time and when he was interrupted, he would lecture for hours about interrupting wizards. (Of course, we know his office is password protected, but thanks to Sam, everyone knew the password.) All too soon, it was September 1st.
"Well," said Frodo. "This must be Gandalf's office."
"Of course it is!" Gandalf, said sitting behind the desk and propping his feet up. "Now we need to decide who will teach what class, savvy?"
"You did not just say 'savvy'." Legolas said, staring at the old wizard.
"Got a problem with it, woman?" he snapped. Legolas went back to muttering angrily.
"Now, Lego, you're going to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"What do I do?" Legolas asked.
"Read these and you'll find out." He handed him the five Harry Potter books. "Now, Aragorn, you'll do Potions; Gimli, you're the Care of Magical Creatures teacher; Frodo will do Divination, Boromir does Quidditch, Sam has Herbology, Merry will teach Charms, and Pip is left with Transfiguration."
Each person received the Harry Potter books. "Okay, the students arrive in a month."
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The next four weeks went pretty smoothly, all things considered. Pippin got his head stuck in the banister six times, fell down the stairs (that he claimed moved) twelve times, fell off some cliff twenty times (which was quite low considering his usual record was ninety-seven times a month), and raided the kitchen at least twice a day.
Sam nearly drowned in the lake three times, but actually had a knack for the Herbology thing. The fact that he was almost eaten by a man-eating plant is beside the point.
Frodo would randomly have seizures whenever anyone mentioned "Precious" or "Ring". But that was considered normal. Merry would raid the kitchens with Pip, and kept blowing up things, trying to get a levitating spell right. In the end, the only thing he could levitate was carrots. (How ironic.)
Gimli got a hold of his ax, and re-designed the Quidditch field before Aragorn could take it and hide it. A day didn't go by without Gimli complaining about not having his ax.
Aragorn had no problems except for his occasional falling asleep at the dinner table and waking up screaming, "Elendil!" and chopping the table to pieces with his sword.
Legolas had a huge temper tantrum when he met the house elves, loudly complaining that "It was impossible to be related to those hairless goblins!" He got even madder when Aragorn pointed out that goblins had no hair.
Boromir was actually great at Quidditch aside from the fact that Gandalf had sprinkled him with fairy dust so that he could fly the broom. And although he was graceful in the air, Boromir was a klutz on the ground. Tripping was a fact of life and he had already broken a number of irreplaceable antiques.
Gandalf stayed in his office most of the time and when he was interrupted, he would lecture for hours about interrupting wizards. (Of course, we know his office is password protected, but thanks to Sam, everyone knew the password.) All too soon, it was September 1st.