Chapter 41
Hawkeye, Badger and Dr. Florence's Punishment
Sunday arrived, and with it was the day of the next trip to Hogsmeade. It was proving to be a most enjoyable trip...well, at least from the student's point of view...
Harry along with Ron, Hannah, and Patrick "escorted" Professor Sprout and Madams Pomfrey and Hooch into town, and then down a most familiar street. The three teachers, of course, had no idea what was awaiting them.
Madam Hooch frowned halfway up the street, and spoke up, "Wait just a moment." She looked over and spotted the sign of the Hogsmeade Body Arts and Piercing shop. "Excuse me, you three," Madam Hooch began, "but if you think for one moment that I---"
"You had your fun," Ron returned stony faced. "Now it's our turn."
"Well, I'm having none of---" Madam Hooch began furiously.
Ron looked over at Harry, who nodded. He quickly transfigured himself into his lion form, and blocked her and her friends retreat.
"Bad form, Potter," Hooch remarked, folding her arms over her chest, glowering. "I suppose you three are going to insist upon make we three and Professor McGonnagal a matched set, aren't you?"
"I suppose we are at that, Madam Hooch," Ron replied with a small smile. "Now, move along..."
Professor Sprout, Madam Hooch and Madam Pomfrey looked at one another, winced, then lifted their chins bravely and went inside. "Remember girls, that this is only temporary. Unpleasant, mind you, but temporary," Madam Hooch proclaimed. She then rounded upon the four grinning students. "That's right, you four...smile away. But just you remember, when three months are up, you've still got the four of us to deal with. Come along, ladies..."
Meanwhile, in her office back up at the castle, Minerva sat correcting the Transfiguration homework assignments from her Sixth year Gryffindor class. She completed another student's paper, when she was cut short by someone knocking upon her door. She raised a pierced brow, then got up from her chair and moved over to open the door.
She was hard pressed to stifle the urge to laugh. Her three friends were quite the sight to see.
"Sure, go ahead and laugh, Minerva," Xiomara growled angrily. Her short normally silvery-gray hair was now colored bubble gum pink. Upon her bared left arm she now sported a tattoo of a Golden Snitch on her bicep. Xiomara now had her tongue pierced, along with one in the side of her nose, and finally a last one in her belly button. Her attire now consisted of a lilac- colored crop top that bared her left shoulder, while covering her right. The top bared her flat midriff, showing off her new piercing quite well. Along with that, she wore wide dark lilac-colored pants, with a shawl over that that went around her hips, tied upon her left hip while angling down to nearly her feet on her other side. The whole ensemble was capped off with a pair of shockingly violet fabric shoes. If Minerva had to describe her scowling friend in a single word, that word would be 'gypsy'.
Behind Hooch stood a most disgruntled Sylvia Sprout. Half of her normal mousy brown hair was now colored deep black, while the other part was brilliant yellow. Her clothing seemed to coordinate smashingly with her hair, as she wore a bright yellow top of similar style to Hooch's as well as deep black jeans. Sylvia also had a tattoo---of a badger in her case--- upon her right bicep, as well as a bead piercing her belly button.
To the other side of Madam Hooch stood a scowling, pale-faced Poppy Pomfrey, who was nearly livid with anger. The Hogwarts Healer had a small hoop piercing her belly button, as well as four small hoops in each of her ears. Her tattoo proved to be the boldest of the four, a large tattoo of a dragon that wound its tail about her neck, then stretched its length down her left arm to the back of her hand. Her clothing was quite stylish--- well, for a teen-ager maybe---consisting of an armless white top that looped about her neck along with khaki crop pants. Her bright silver hair had been dyed a fiery red, with thin yellow stripes running through it.
Minerva couldn't help herself and broke into soft laughter. It took her a moment to compose herself. "Oh, I must say...you three look simply terrific," she managed to get out.
"I'm sorry...but I don't find this in the least way funny, Minerva," Poppy told her angrily.
"You and Sylvia really do look great," Minerva remarked. "I could say the same of you, Xiomara, except that look like a bloody gypsy!" Minerva quickly controlled a quick bout of the giggles.
Sylvia Sprout frowned, but then went on. "We've just come by to remind you about next Sunday, Minerva," Sylvia said.
"Yes, yes...I know. I'm to go to the Gryffindor Common room," McGonnagal told them, unconcerned...well, for a moment. "Um, none of you might have even a clue about just what they have in mind for me, would you?"
"Oh my, yes," Xiomara said with an ugly grin.
"But, if you think that we would tell you, then do think again," Sylvia said smugly.
"Fine, then," Minerva said primly, sitting back down. "I don't know why you're all acting this way. Just what have I done to make you all so angry with me?"
"Oh, really? Shall we start from the beginning then, Min?" Xiomara asked.
"Really, Xiomara! Fine then, do go on," Minerva said.
"Item One," Xiomara proclaimed grandly. "Who was that made that ludicrous bet with Potter on the outcome of our Quidditch match? You know, the one that landed us all in this situation in the first place?"
"That would be Minerva," Poppy and Sylvia said quickly.
"Right. Item Two," Sylvia then spoke, taking up the spokeperson job. "Now, just who was it that made yet another bet---again with our Mr. Potter--- that ended up with we, the Hogwarts Sisters, playing a concert each Saturday night?"
"Again...that would be Minerva," Xiomara and Poppy said self-righteously. Minerva grimaced, looking away.
"Yes. Now, Item Three," Poppy took up speaking for the three of them. "Just who was it that put us up to forcing the students to sing solos on stage? So that they wanted to exact their revenge upon us, and did all this?" She pointed to her get-up, as well a her belly button piercing.
"Minerva!" the three of them all but shouted.
"Yes, very well. All right, I get the point," Minerva said holding up her hands defensively. "I vow no more bets. Cross my heart and hope to die. There...does that satisfy you three?"
Poppy just stared at her a moment, then said, "Just you be sure to be at the Gryffindor Common room next Sunday." And, with that, they turned pointedly on their heels, and whisked out of Minerva's office, closing the door behind themselves.
After the door closed, Minerva could no longer hold back any longer. "That was simply too precious! I've never seen anything like that before in my life! Xiomara with pink hair...why she looked like Tonks! Oh, but I do look forward to tomorrow morning's breakfast. Oh my, yes..." She composed herself, drawing a tissue from her desk drawer to wipe her eyes.
Hawkeye, Badger and Dr. Florence's Punishment
Sunday arrived, and with it was the day of the next trip to Hogsmeade. It was proving to be a most enjoyable trip...well, at least from the student's point of view...
Harry along with Ron, Hannah, and Patrick "escorted" Professor Sprout and Madams Pomfrey and Hooch into town, and then down a most familiar street. The three teachers, of course, had no idea what was awaiting them.
Madam Hooch frowned halfway up the street, and spoke up, "Wait just a moment." She looked over and spotted the sign of the Hogsmeade Body Arts and Piercing shop. "Excuse me, you three," Madam Hooch began, "but if you think for one moment that I---"
"You had your fun," Ron returned stony faced. "Now it's our turn."
"Well, I'm having none of---" Madam Hooch began furiously.
Ron looked over at Harry, who nodded. He quickly transfigured himself into his lion form, and blocked her and her friends retreat.
"Bad form, Potter," Hooch remarked, folding her arms over her chest, glowering. "I suppose you three are going to insist upon make we three and Professor McGonnagal a matched set, aren't you?"
"I suppose we are at that, Madam Hooch," Ron replied with a small smile. "Now, move along..."
Professor Sprout, Madam Hooch and Madam Pomfrey looked at one another, winced, then lifted their chins bravely and went inside. "Remember girls, that this is only temporary. Unpleasant, mind you, but temporary," Madam Hooch proclaimed. She then rounded upon the four grinning students. "That's right, you four...smile away. But just you remember, when three months are up, you've still got the four of us to deal with. Come along, ladies..."
Meanwhile, in her office back up at the castle, Minerva sat correcting the Transfiguration homework assignments from her Sixth year Gryffindor class. She completed another student's paper, when she was cut short by someone knocking upon her door. She raised a pierced brow, then got up from her chair and moved over to open the door.
She was hard pressed to stifle the urge to laugh. Her three friends were quite the sight to see.
"Sure, go ahead and laugh, Minerva," Xiomara growled angrily. Her short normally silvery-gray hair was now colored bubble gum pink. Upon her bared left arm she now sported a tattoo of a Golden Snitch on her bicep. Xiomara now had her tongue pierced, along with one in the side of her nose, and finally a last one in her belly button. Her attire now consisted of a lilac- colored crop top that bared her left shoulder, while covering her right. The top bared her flat midriff, showing off her new piercing quite well. Along with that, she wore wide dark lilac-colored pants, with a shawl over that that went around her hips, tied upon her left hip while angling down to nearly her feet on her other side. The whole ensemble was capped off with a pair of shockingly violet fabric shoes. If Minerva had to describe her scowling friend in a single word, that word would be 'gypsy'.
Behind Hooch stood a most disgruntled Sylvia Sprout. Half of her normal mousy brown hair was now colored deep black, while the other part was brilliant yellow. Her clothing seemed to coordinate smashingly with her hair, as she wore a bright yellow top of similar style to Hooch's as well as deep black jeans. Sylvia also had a tattoo---of a badger in her case--- upon her right bicep, as well as a bead piercing her belly button.
To the other side of Madam Hooch stood a scowling, pale-faced Poppy Pomfrey, who was nearly livid with anger. The Hogwarts Healer had a small hoop piercing her belly button, as well as four small hoops in each of her ears. Her tattoo proved to be the boldest of the four, a large tattoo of a dragon that wound its tail about her neck, then stretched its length down her left arm to the back of her hand. Her clothing was quite stylish--- well, for a teen-ager maybe---consisting of an armless white top that looped about her neck along with khaki crop pants. Her bright silver hair had been dyed a fiery red, with thin yellow stripes running through it.
Minerva couldn't help herself and broke into soft laughter. It took her a moment to compose herself. "Oh, I must say...you three look simply terrific," she managed to get out.
"I'm sorry...but I don't find this in the least way funny, Minerva," Poppy told her angrily.
"You and Sylvia really do look great," Minerva remarked. "I could say the same of you, Xiomara, except that look like a bloody gypsy!" Minerva quickly controlled a quick bout of the giggles.
Sylvia Sprout frowned, but then went on. "We've just come by to remind you about next Sunday, Minerva," Sylvia said.
"Yes, yes...I know. I'm to go to the Gryffindor Common room," McGonnagal told them, unconcerned...well, for a moment. "Um, none of you might have even a clue about just what they have in mind for me, would you?"
"Oh my, yes," Xiomara said with an ugly grin.
"But, if you think that we would tell you, then do think again," Sylvia said smugly.
"Fine, then," Minerva said primly, sitting back down. "I don't know why you're all acting this way. Just what have I done to make you all so angry with me?"
"Oh, really? Shall we start from the beginning then, Min?" Xiomara asked.
"Really, Xiomara! Fine then, do go on," Minerva said.
"Item One," Xiomara proclaimed grandly. "Who was that made that ludicrous bet with Potter on the outcome of our Quidditch match? You know, the one that landed us all in this situation in the first place?"
"That would be Minerva," Poppy and Sylvia said quickly.
"Right. Item Two," Sylvia then spoke, taking up the spokeperson job. "Now, just who was it that made yet another bet---again with our Mr. Potter--- that ended up with we, the Hogwarts Sisters, playing a concert each Saturday night?"
"Again...that would be Minerva," Xiomara and Poppy said self-righteously. Minerva grimaced, looking away.
"Yes. Now, Item Three," Poppy took up speaking for the three of them. "Just who was it that put us up to forcing the students to sing solos on stage? So that they wanted to exact their revenge upon us, and did all this?" She pointed to her get-up, as well a her belly button piercing.
"Minerva!" the three of them all but shouted.
"Yes, very well. All right, I get the point," Minerva said holding up her hands defensively. "I vow no more bets. Cross my heart and hope to die. There...does that satisfy you three?"
Poppy just stared at her a moment, then said, "Just you be sure to be at the Gryffindor Common room next Sunday." And, with that, they turned pointedly on their heels, and whisked out of Minerva's office, closing the door behind themselves.
After the door closed, Minerva could no longer hold back any longer. "That was simply too precious! I've never seen anything like that before in my life! Xiomara with pink hair...why she looked like Tonks! Oh, but I do look forward to tomorrow morning's breakfast. Oh my, yes..." She composed herself, drawing a tissue from her desk drawer to wipe her eyes.