Chapter 11: Falling Bricks and The Fatal Color Pink

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"PAY ATTENTION MISTER POTTER!"

Jimmi's head snapped up, a small corner of drool leaking from his mouth, he looked up with glazed eyes at Professor Krum, "Huh?" he muttered.

Professor Krum looked very mad indeed, "Mr. Potter, I do not appreciate children falling asleep in my class." She said very crossly. "Do not force me to take any more points away from Ravenclaw."

Suddenly, every Ravenclaw in the room had their attention on Potter, staring at him with anger, "Sorry." He garbled

Krum rose an eyebrow at him before continuing on her lesson about levitation charms, Wingardium Leviosa was the main focus, and Jimmi had already learned that from his dad, so he was finding it very difficult to pay attention.

It was two days after Halloween, and Jimmi was simply flat-out tired. He had been given an overload of homework, and perfectionist that he was, he wouldn't stop until he got it all completely right. So the end result of this was grueling hours into the night, especially when it came down to Potions homework. Jimmi had tried going on his own without a tutor, as he wasn't very excited about asking Leif or Bert again, and it was becoming extremely hard for him to keep up.

He scratched the back of his neck and continued to write notes on the rather boring class today, but Han nudged him in the ribs, "Hey Jimmi, excited about the Quidditch season?" he asked.

Jimmi nodded fervently, "Heck ya, the first game's coming up soon, right?"

Han nodded, "The first match is Slytherin Vs. Gryffindor, we all know how much fun that'll be."

Subconsciously, Jimmi glared over at Morwen, who was too busy taking notes to notice him, "Well, Gryffindor's going to take it!" he said confidently.

Terrence, joining the converstation, said, "I don't know, from what I've heard, the Slytherin team had been practicing all throughout the summer." He paused, "Plus they have a new captain, Mordred Malfoy."

Jimmi snorted, "I doubt a Malfoy would make a good Captain, right Han?"

Han nodded, "Right."

Terrence smirked, "A Galleon that Gryffindor looses."

Jimmi and Han looked at each other, "Done." They said at the same time, causing Krum to look at them.

"Potter, I warned you, 5 points from Ravenclaw." She said, before resuming her lesson.

Jimmi's ears and cheeks reddened, "Oops." He whispered.

"Alright class, enough discussing the spell, let's see you all practice it," Hermione conjured up feathers to go on everyone's desks, "We'll start off with feathers and gradually increase the weight."

Jimmi eyed the feather, "Windgardium Leviosa!" he said perfectly, the feather rose above his desk and then over his head.

Krum beamed in enthusiasm, "Wonderful! Potter, Malfoy, 5 points each to Ravenclaw!"

Potter turned around to see Morwen had hers up in the air too, he also saw that the Lovegoods had resorted to hitting their feathers with their wands to get it to work. Morwen quirked an eyebrow in challenge. Jimmi rolled his eyes and concentrated levitating his matchbox.

Once again, the box floated perfectly above his head, and once again Morwen did the same. Krum was seeming to get mild amusement from this, "Alright, you two, we'll try a brick, but that's it."

Bricks appeared on Morwen and Jimmi's desks. "Windgardium Leviosa." He said, once again perfectly. It was a little harder strain on him this time around, but he managed to keep it floating, his concentration locked on the floating brick.

However, a loud explosion, caused by the Hufflepuff Justin Longbottom, caused Jimmi to loose his concentration, the brick came falling down and landed on his foot.

"YEEEOOOWWWWWW!" he yelled, standing up, and holding his foot in pain, he thought he had broken it.

"Longbottom! It's Windgardium, not Windardium!" Exclaimed Krum, who then noticed Jimmi hopping around like a madman, "Mr. Potter, what happened?"

Jimmi was still hopping up and down, "I think he broke his foot Professor." Said Han.

Krum rolled her eyes, "Mr. Potter, please make your way down to the infirmary, Mr. Boot, please escort him."

Terrence nodded and helped Jimmi make his way down to the infirmary.

They were greeted by Madame Weasley, who sighed, "Back again James?" She asked, "What's wrong this time?"

"I broke my foot!" he exclaimed, hopping on his other leg for good measure.

Madame Weasley performed the simple healing spell, and his foot was non- broken. "Now get to class, and please, as an early Christmas present, try to not get hurt anymore."

Terrence sniggered, Jimmi nodded, and the two made their way back to Charms Class.

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Charms class drew to a close after that, with nowhere near as much excitement. Morwen picked up her things and followed the twins and Bert out of the classroom. She passed Jimmi on the way out, "Nice going Potter." She said, motioning with her head to his foot, "How do you always manage to mess things up?"

"Oh, stuff it Malfoy." He said, heading out, with, Morwen noticed with huge amusement, a slight limp.

"C'mon Mor, we're going to be late for Potions!" yelled Leda.

Morwen nodded and followed her friend out into the hall, as they made their way to the Dungeons, they passed Mordred heading to one of his classes, "Hi Mordred." Said Morwen carefully.

He looked startled at first, but then gave a quick, short nod of acknowledgement before continuing on his way.

"See? Not all hope is lost, he knows you're still alive!" Beamed Leda happily.

Morwen rolled her eyes but laughed a little despite of it all, "It's a start I guess. I really think he's being a drama queen, it wouldn't take me nearly as long to forgive him for setting my room on fire."

Leda chuckled and the two entered the Potion's Dungeon, which, fortunately for Snape, was no longer pink

The pair took a seat in the back next to Bert and Leif, who were arguing about what was the best color to next dye Misery. "Pink I say! To go with my clothes!" exclaimed Leif.

"No way man! Neon yellow is the way to go!" Countered Bert.

Leda looked at Leif, "Speaking of which, how is it not possible that you haven't been yelled at for not wearing school uniform?"

"My charming good looks and sense of humor," Said Leif, giving an over- exaggerated wink.

Bert rolled his eyes, "Oh brother."

The class immediately shut up, however, when Snape entered wearing his ever- present scowl. He wrote ingredients on the board before beginning, "Today class." He said with his cool drawl, "You will be making sleeping drought, extra marks for making it a dreamless sleeping drought. You have one hour." He said, before sitting down on his desk and taking out a huge stack of papers.

Jimmi watched Snape intently, trying to remember what to do, he winced slightly as he saw Snape grading papers and making a lot of scratches and lines through them. He groaned as he saw Snape repetitively making large 'F' motions with his quill.

Morwen got out her cauldron, and began measuring out ingredients. She had always had a knack for Potions, and she did it with a precise science that would rival Snape. Of course, the stuff she was doing was simple compared to what Snape could do.

Bert, the other semi Potions master in the class, followed exactly what she was doing, he groaned though, when he saw that he didn't have enough Newt eyes. "Hey, Leif." He said.

Leif was focusing on his 'concoction' which, oddly enough, used none of the ingredients on the board. "Yes?" he asked, staring at the phial he was pouring blue stuff into.

"Do you have any more Newt Eyes I can borrow?" Bert asked.

Leif nodded, "Yep take all that you want, I'm not using them."

"Just out of curiosity," Said Leda, "What are you making?"

"Pink dye." Leif said.

Morwen's eyes widened, "I don't think you should make anything more pink around here. It seems to be the fatal color."

Leif rolled his eyes, "Nonsense."

Bert shrugged, "Your funeral."

"Davies! Lovegood! You're not being graded to sit around and talk," Stated Snape, scribbling another zero on a 3rd year Gryffindor's paper, claiming it wasn't 'written nicely enough'.

Across the room, Jimmi's hand was shaking terribly when he tried to measure in his dried beetles, he kept dropping some, and because of that, his potion was already doomed for failure. He had already poured in too much asphodel and too little wormswood, he had even accidentally added an extra ingredient, Wolfsbane, which, known to everyone, was supposed to give you excess energy. However, when the hour was over, Jimmi looked proudly at his sleeping drought.

Snape straightened up and proceeded to check everyone's potions around the room, he started in the back corner, with the Hufflepuffs, he sneered, "Abbott! This potion is a mockery to education." He said, he looked slightly pleased when he moved on to Longbottom, "Excellent sleeping potion Longbottom, full marks."

He soon progressed over to the Ravenclaws, "Ahh Davies, Malfoy, perfect example of a Dreamless Sleeping Drought, full marks plus 5 marks extra." He sneered though, "Lovegood, pink dye was not the assigment. Other Lovegood, your potion has too much beetle in it, which could cause the drinker to go into a coma."

He made his way over to Han, Terrence and Jimmi. "Boot, this was sloppily done, take time into your work. Chang, this was decent," his face fell into a righteous smirk when he saw Jimmi's potion, "Mister Potter, do you have any clue what you have done."

Jimmi's face paled and he began to get nervous, he was rather afraid of Snape, "A Sleeping Drought?" he asked cautiously.

Snape let out a bitter laugh, "You don't have enough wormwood, you have two much asphodel, and you added Wolfsbane, the energy increaser." He picked up the vial, "What you have here is a failing grade." He said, before moving on.

Class was soon dismissed and Jimmi had his head lowered the entire time, "I need to get a tutor." He mumbled.

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Hello! Another chapter down! BAWUAHUWHA, this will most likely be a many- chaptered story, as I have an affinity for writing very slowly.

Next Up: The Slytherin Vs. Gryffindor Match

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