A/N: Hey, today, you guys are really lucky! I'm updating not once, but
twice! (Don't you feel loved?)! Anyways, like I have mentioned before, I
have no life, so I'm thinking of starting up another fanfic to take up more
time. Don't worry, though, my three- so far - readers/reviewers... I'll most
likely keep this one up, also.
A/N2: I love stories where the readers suggest what they think should happen next. I think you know where I'm going with this... so, yeah. I got the idea for this chapter from my best friend, Cameron. This chapter has a lot more going on in it, so it's longer, too.
A/N3: Oh! I was just looking at my second chapter, and it looks so messy! There are no indentations, or anything! I'm sorry for those of you that might get confused reading it, but my stupid, piece-o-crap computer won't let me edit it. I'm so, so, so, so, sorry.
Chapter 3: Dissecting The Grindylow
"I hate him."
Tonks was talking to nobody in particular, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that it was said. But, Ashley- who was sitting on the bed across from Tonks' own, painting her toenails bright red- looked up and raised an eyebrow.
"Who do you hate?" She asked, curious.
"Him! Him! The only 'him' worthy of being hated!" Tonks cried dramatically, flinging herself back onto her bed. Ashley just rolled her eyes.
"If you are talking about Professor Lupin, and I think you are, you are over-reacting."
"How is him making me go to a weeks worth of detention over the fact that I refused to dissect a Grindylow because of my belief in animal rights being 'over-reacting'?" She asked shrilly.
Professor Lupin had been teaching for a few months, but this was, by far, the nastiest, cruelest, most disgusting lesson yet.
"Oh, Tonksie, come on. It was a Grindylow! Those fowl creatures have no rights! Besides, if you refuse to do the assignment, you get detention. Simple enough."
"You just think I'm overreacting because you practically worship the ground he walks on!" Tonks scoffed. "I mean, you come on, Ash! If this were any other DQDQ professor, you would have been right up there with me!"
Ashley's face hardened suddenly, and Tonks immediately knew that she had gone a tad to far. "Ash," she tried, more calmly, "Ash, I'm sorry..."
"Oh, no, Tonks, I'm sorry. Sorry I ever became friends with you!" With that, Ashley pulled the curtain surrounding her bed shut.
Tonks closed her eyes. What had she done?
A/N4: Okay... this chapter is in two parts, so right now is the intermission! Go! Visit the bathroom, and refill your sodas and popcorn! Go buy more Twislers! Ready? The story will continue in 3... 2... 1...
"Miss Tonks? Is that you?"
Jaw set, Tonks opened the door to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Remus was sitting at his desk, a stack of parchments to his left, and a quill and inkstand on his right. In the lighting, she noticed thing that she hadn't noticed before- even in the bright lighting of the classroom during her daily afternoon class:
His hair was detailed with fine gray hairs, which instead of making him look old made him look distinguished. Dark circles under his eyes made him look tired, but a tiny, mischievous glint contradicted this completely (A/N5: Happy, Phoenix Fanqor? I couldn't go back and change it in the first chapter, but I thought this was a good idea.).
"Well? If you are done staring, we can start your detention. I'd rather not spend all night here."
Tonks turned rather red, and shut the door behind her. "You know what? This is stupid."
"I know."
"Then why do I have to come to detention?"
"Because..." Remus said slowly, as if speaking to a five year old, "You didn't do your assignment, or the alternative assignment-"
"What 'alternative assignment'? You never assigned me an alternative assignment!"
Remus sighed, and set down the quill he had been holding. "You're right. I didn't assign it to you. Specifically. I said, 'anyone who doesn't wish to dissect the Grindylow may write me a foot long essay on the anatomy of a Grindylow'. Right here is your friend, Miss Derby's, essay."
He handed her the roll of parchment that he had been grading. It was filled to the margins with Ashley's small, neat cursive, and it still managed to be over a foot in length. A big 10 was scrawled in the corner.
Tonks' mouth fell open. What? How was this possible? Why didn't she say anything earlier in the dormitory?
Remus seemed to read her mind. "Yes. Top marks. If you wouldn't have been so busy arguing with me at how unfair the assignment was, you could have done the alternative assignment like Ashley, here, and we wouldn't be here now."
Tonks didn't answer. She just sat down and grabbed the quill off of Remus' desk. "What am I supposed to do?"
Remus smiled, and handed her a huge stack of essays. "Grade these. When you're done, you may leave."
Looking down at the stack, Tonks laughed inwardly at the irony of the situation. Seems a lot of people didn't want to dissect the Grindylow.
A/N6: That seemed like a good place to stop for today. Please Review!
A/N2: I love stories where the readers suggest what they think should happen next. I think you know where I'm going with this... so, yeah. I got the idea for this chapter from my best friend, Cameron. This chapter has a lot more going on in it, so it's longer, too.
A/N3: Oh! I was just looking at my second chapter, and it looks so messy! There are no indentations, or anything! I'm sorry for those of you that might get confused reading it, but my stupid, piece-o-crap computer won't let me edit it. I'm so, so, so, so, sorry.
Chapter 3: Dissecting The Grindylow
"I hate him."
Tonks was talking to nobody in particular, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that it was said. But, Ashley- who was sitting on the bed across from Tonks' own, painting her toenails bright red- looked up and raised an eyebrow.
"Who do you hate?" She asked, curious.
"Him! Him! The only 'him' worthy of being hated!" Tonks cried dramatically, flinging herself back onto her bed. Ashley just rolled her eyes.
"If you are talking about Professor Lupin, and I think you are, you are over-reacting."
"How is him making me go to a weeks worth of detention over the fact that I refused to dissect a Grindylow because of my belief in animal rights being 'over-reacting'?" She asked shrilly.
Professor Lupin had been teaching for a few months, but this was, by far, the nastiest, cruelest, most disgusting lesson yet.
"Oh, Tonksie, come on. It was a Grindylow! Those fowl creatures have no rights! Besides, if you refuse to do the assignment, you get detention. Simple enough."
"You just think I'm overreacting because you practically worship the ground he walks on!" Tonks scoffed. "I mean, you come on, Ash! If this were any other DQDQ professor, you would have been right up there with me!"
Ashley's face hardened suddenly, and Tonks immediately knew that she had gone a tad to far. "Ash," she tried, more calmly, "Ash, I'm sorry..."
"Oh, no, Tonks, I'm sorry. Sorry I ever became friends with you!" With that, Ashley pulled the curtain surrounding her bed shut.
Tonks closed her eyes. What had she done?
A/N4: Okay... this chapter is in two parts, so right now is the intermission! Go! Visit the bathroom, and refill your sodas and popcorn! Go buy more Twislers! Ready? The story will continue in 3... 2... 1...
"Miss Tonks? Is that you?"
Jaw set, Tonks opened the door to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Remus was sitting at his desk, a stack of parchments to his left, and a quill and inkstand on his right. In the lighting, she noticed thing that she hadn't noticed before- even in the bright lighting of the classroom during her daily afternoon class:
His hair was detailed with fine gray hairs, which instead of making him look old made him look distinguished. Dark circles under his eyes made him look tired, but a tiny, mischievous glint contradicted this completely (A/N5: Happy, Phoenix Fanqor? I couldn't go back and change it in the first chapter, but I thought this was a good idea.).
"Well? If you are done staring, we can start your detention. I'd rather not spend all night here."
Tonks turned rather red, and shut the door behind her. "You know what? This is stupid."
"I know."
"Then why do I have to come to detention?"
"Because..." Remus said slowly, as if speaking to a five year old, "You didn't do your assignment, or the alternative assignment-"
"What 'alternative assignment'? You never assigned me an alternative assignment!"
Remus sighed, and set down the quill he had been holding. "You're right. I didn't assign it to you. Specifically. I said, 'anyone who doesn't wish to dissect the Grindylow may write me a foot long essay on the anatomy of a Grindylow'. Right here is your friend, Miss Derby's, essay."
He handed her the roll of parchment that he had been grading. It was filled to the margins with Ashley's small, neat cursive, and it still managed to be over a foot in length. A big 10 was scrawled in the corner.
Tonks' mouth fell open. What? How was this possible? Why didn't she say anything earlier in the dormitory?
Remus seemed to read her mind. "Yes. Top marks. If you wouldn't have been so busy arguing with me at how unfair the assignment was, you could have done the alternative assignment like Ashley, here, and we wouldn't be here now."
Tonks didn't answer. She just sat down and grabbed the quill off of Remus' desk. "What am I supposed to do?"
Remus smiled, and handed her a huge stack of essays. "Grade these. When you're done, you may leave."
Looking down at the stack, Tonks laughed inwardly at the irony of the situation. Seems a lot of people didn't want to dissect the Grindylow.
A/N6: That seemed like a good place to stop for today. Please Review!