Chapter 13: Crappy Cakey Cauldrons

AN: Nym has noticed that she has rather favored Morwen's POV in the other chapters, so this time, it's going to be mainly focused on Jimmi's POV. Hmph, Nym has also noticed that she has taken a liking for typing in the third person. It must be cuz tomorrow is Nym's Bday on the FF.net. One whole year! Groan, and Nym has nothing to show for it.

BTW: See if you can tell whom I modeled Prfc. Binns after ;) Vekura got it in Crack a Smile!

Also, me will not be writing or Beta-ing stories over this weekend

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The day after the Quidditch match, everyone knew about the tie. Even those in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw were engrossed in detailed descriptions of the match. It was one of the few times where two rival houses had tied.

The teachers, however, were a different matter. Krum seemed to be harsher, trying to maintain her class with all of the excitement from yesterday's events. Even Professor Binns was monitoring his classes' behavior.

"Class....." He began, "Don't forget to pick a-"Pause "-topic for your-" Pause "-Class project. Chose a time of-"pause "-Magical and Historical-" Pause, "-Importance, and explain-"Pause "Why. Mmmkay? Mmkay? Mmkay?"

Jimmi rolled his eyes and stifled a yawn, scribbling down a reminder, the reports weren't due until after the holidays, but he figured it was better to be safe than sorry.

The day drifted at a monotonous pace, and Jimmi couldn't stifle the feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. His feelings came from two sources. Snape. Malfoy. Well, ok , 3, Detention.

He sat with Han and Terrence in the common room, Han and Terrence were discussing, you guessed it, Quidditch. "Do you see the dive Brown did though?" exclaimed Han excitedly.

"That was nothing compared to the save Malfoy made!" countered Terrence

Jimmi and Han both gave him a quizzical look.

"What? It was a good save." He defended.

Jimmi rolled his eyes, and pulled out his slip, re-reading it for the 50th time.

Potter:

Meet down in the Dungeons at 7:15. DO NOT BE LATE.

Professor S. Snape

It was short, to the point, and somehow Jimmi managed to feel insulted. It was definitely a note from Snape, and he looked at his pocket watch, 7:00. He leaned back in his chair and continued to talk with his friends, he had plenty of time to get down to his class.

20 minutes later, Jimmi was running as fast as he could to get down to the Potion's dungeons, hoping he'd get there before Snape managed to discover he was late.

He opened the door, and ran in, panting heavily. He leaned down on his knees, his face was red and there was some sweat.

"Nice of you to show, Potter." Spat Morwen, sitting on a desk, and looking rather impatient. "Lucky for you, the Professor hasn't shown yet."

Jimmi, catching his breath, simply looked up at Morwen, nodded, and resumed his can-no-longer-breath position. In response, Morwen simply rolled her eyes. "Imbecile." She muttered.

Jimmi ignored that comment and slumped into a nearby seat. He sighed and sat there for a moment finally catching his breath. He looked down at his pocket watch, "It's 7:27, where's Snape?"

Morwen tried to bite down a sarcastic remark but she couldn't help herself, "Apparently, dunderhead, he's not here."

Jimmi rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, "If he's late, I'm beginning to wonder why I even showed up."

"Oh stuff it, he'll show up, he's Snape after all," she said, annoyance clearly portrayed in her voice.

The pair sat together in stony silence for about another ten minutes or so, and Morwen began to feel the impatience that Jimmi had. She kept looking down at her watch, and then quickly at the door, and then at her watch again. She groaned, "Hurry up." She said under her breath.

Jimmi looked around anxiously, "Are you sure there wasn't a note or anything?"

Morwen physically restrained herself from rolling her eyes, "Yes, Potter. There was a note saying he wouldn't be coming down and that I'm just sitting here with you because I enjoy it so."

Jimmi sneered at Morwen, and slowly stood up, "I'm going down to McGonagell's office, to see if Snapey intends on gracing us with his presence."

At that exact moment, Snape chose to enter the classroom. "Potter, Malfoy." He said, obviously flustered. He went to his desk, clearing off papers he had strewn over it from previous classes.

Morwen rose a quizzical eyebrow, trying to figure out the reason behind Snape's tardiness. From the little she knew of him, it was highly unlikely for him to be late. Especially when it dealt with detentions.

Jimmi, however, opened his big mouth without thinking, "Why are you late?" he asked.

Snape gave him a look that would have melted glass, and he snapped, "My affairs are of little or no consequence to you, Mister Potter, and I'd advise you to keep that oversized trap shut."

Jimmi's eyes widened, but he bit his lip and lowered his head.

Snape looked around the room, "Lucky for you two, the other mischievers cleaned this dungeon." He paused, obviously considering something for the two to do, "You two, will be scrubbing cauldrons out." He let a slight smirk crawl upon his face, "And I don't believe I need to remind you that there's to be no magic involved."

Morwen and Jimmi slowly let their gaze fall upon the classroom's cauldrons. They were hardly used, as most students brought their own, and because of this, years worth of mold and dust had settled. There were about a hundred in all, and it certainly would be no picnic.

"I'm not here to monitor you standing," Quipped Snape, "Get to it."

Morwen grumbled something and trudged over to the pile, she sighed, grabbing a rag and a cauldron. "This is all your fault Potter."

Jimmi's voice took on a defensive edge as he grabbed his own cauldron, "Me?! You're the one who started the whole fight!"

"You provoked me!"

"Silence!" Barked Snape, sitting at his desk, "Some of us are trying to grade papers.

Morwen and Jimmi both sighed simultaneously, and began scrubbing.

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By the time they had finished, it was past curfew. The two slowly made their way up to the Ravenclaw commons room, both too exhausted to bicker with one another. Morwen muttered the password, and walked in a way similar to a Neanderthal. Jimmi followed after.

Leda was sitting up, waiting for Morwen, "Morwen! He finally let you out!" she exclaimed, her face then scrunched up, "Ew, what happened to you?"

Morwen looked at herself, her skin was caked with grime and she was sure she was giving off an unpleasant odor, "Cauldrons." She muttered.

Leda nodded, feigning understanding, "Ah, I see." She said, as if the one word had opened up a perfect moment of clarity.

Morwen nodded, "Me sleep now," She said as she slumped up to her dorm.

Leda shrugged, and followed her up in the same manner.

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The next morning came too early for Jimmi, he groaned as he saw that his knuckles were raw from all the scrubbing. "I hate Malfoy." He mumbled.

The Psycho Cat Kid, who seemed to never sleep, as he always went to bed after Jimmi, and woke up before him, bounced around the room merrily. "Hi ya Jimbo!" he exclaimed.

"Hello.....you," He said, still not all the way awake.

Han and Terrence still snoozing, and Davies seemed to have left already. Jimmi through on some clothes and grabbed his wand, stumbling down to the common room.

There he saw Davies, reading a book, and Morwen, who was scribbling stuff down frantically. He let a small smirk appear, someone had forgotten to do their Transfiguration homework. Professor Piper always gave out long assignments, most of the time they were simple enough, but one couldn't do them in a mere 5 minutes before class.

Jimmi took a seat and cracked open a book he got from the library about Quidditch, mostly it served as a history of the school's rosters. He was trying to learn the most he could about special maneuvers, so he could make the team next year. He was considering the position of Keeper, as the current one, Storms, was a 7th year and would be graduating soon.

A few moments later, a hissing cat announced the twins' entrance. Jimmi looked up, rolled his eyes, and went back to reading. The Lovegoods were starting to get on his last nerve, at the rate they were going, they'd be tied with Malfoy.

"Hey Jimmi," He heard Han from behind him, he turned around and saw Han. For once, he was unaccompanied by Terrence, "Where's Terry?"

Han shrugged, "He's moaning about having a stomach ache or something. I don't know." He peered at the title of Jimmi's book and chuckled, "Jim, I get that you love Quidditch as much as I do, but honestly, give it a break."

Jimmi gave a half smile, "I guess I just really want to make the team next year."

Han nodded, "I do too, but neither of the Beaters are graduating until next year, so I have to wait." His eyes got a mischievous glint, "Unless, of course, one of them happens to quit."

Jimmi laughed, "Don't be getting any ideas Han."

He smirked, "Wouldn't dream of it."

Jimmi looked at his watch, "Aw man, c'mon, we're going to be late for breakfast." He said, taking the time to notice that all the other Ravenclaws had gone.

Han nodded and grabbed his Transfiguration book.

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Jimmi and Han spent most of the time discussing, you guessed it, Quidditch. Mostly, however, the Quidditch World Cup that was taking place in the summer. "Well, I think the Salem Nooses are a shoe in for the title." He said, defending his favorite team.

"No way! The Chudley Cannons would beat that ruddy team any day." replied Han.

Jimmi snorted, "As if, they're last place in the standings."

"But they're the Chudley Cannons!" He stated.

Jimmi laughed, "Shouldn't you be defending the team your dad plays on?"

"Um......no?" he said, "The Cannons are my team!"

There discussion was interrupted though, by someone saying, "Actually, I think Ireland will take it."

The two turned to see Robert Davies joining in the conversation, "They've had the best standings so far." He said, turning slightly pink.

Jimmi looked around, expecting to see Morwen, or the twins nearby. When he didn't, he turned to Robert and said, "No way! Their Seeker this year is terrible!"

Robert snorted and rolled his eyes, "No that would be Salem's Keeper."

Han laughed, "Y'know Jimmi, he has a point."

The conversation passed pleasantly like that throughout breakfast, and Jimmi was surprised to find that one of Morwen's friends was actually nice.

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The End!

Ok, not really, I'm a pathological liar. Anyways, could Jimmi be coming around? Who knows?! I even don't! BTW, I rewrote chapters one through 5, nothing in the plot changes, just fixed grammar and spacing, plus I got Ginny's full name wrong, so I fixed that.

Next Up: Morwen discovers what her History of Magic project should be. And Bert and Jimmi, BFF?

TO THE REVIEWERS: (you lovely, lovely people)

Me: Thank you very much for Ginny's real name, me fixed it I always assumed it was Virginia, but I am very stupid, for clearly JK Rowling would put more thought into her character's name.

Blaise le poussin masque: lol I slowed down writing for you , well, actually no. Writer's Block finally found me. Groan. I'm working on your translation, it's going over pretty well. I assume that Poulard is Hogwarts? Lol thanks for reading and reviewing and translating!

Sheree: I am rather attatched to Morwen myself. Lol Jimmi's character is somewhat based on my brother and other 11 year old boys I've met throughout my life. Most of them, while not all, are rather bratty. He will get better though. Me swear. Too many Weaselys? Lol, you can never have too many Weasleys! That is, unless, you don't like the cannon Weasleys or you just don't like how many there are. In that case, yes, I suppose there are too many Weasleys. But I though I was rather considerate and gave each Weasley one kid (aside from the Potters that is) lol be thankful I didn't include Percy's children. That would've been hectic. Thank you for reading.

Pat: =) I'm glad you like the Quidditch match, that was rather hard to write, as dumb as that sounds. I tried to follow in JK's footsteps as close as I could, and wrote it similar to the matches in her books. I loved Jordan's comments in the books too, and I couldn't stomach to have anyone other than a Jordan comment a match. Lol sadly, romance will not be on the way for awhile..... but will write it. me swear. Haha Morwen, Jimmi, Harry and a broom closet would be fun . I am not obsessed with pink, lol I simply hate it with a passion. To me, pink equals evil, so that is the metaphor for the story ;) (Cue phony 'ting!' sound) lol like my name, eh? I took it from the name of the broom sticks and altered le spelling. : ) toodles!

Silvar: Lol for some reason, people seem to love the Lovegoods Thank you for reading GO SLYTHERIN! (my house)

Toodles y'all

!nym!