Title: The Potter Game
Author: Yours truly
Disclaimer: The opinions and actions of this story are that of the author. Warner Bros, J. K. Rowling, and the many publishing companies are in no way connected to this story... so whatever you do, please, please, please, please don't sue! Ah, I also don't own the movie "Bring It On" which some words in here might bring you to remember that terror.
Notes: Another chappie-ter (That goes out to you! You know who you are.)
Chapter Six: Of Cheerleaders and Men
Ron huffed, sitting down on the bed. The misty air was droning around, making it rather humid. Sybil took off her glasses, setting them on a shelf next to a tea cup.
"Don't you need them to read?" Ron asked. He didn't think she really wore them for style. Who in their right mind would, anyway? But he didn't suppose that she was in her right mind.
"No. Just gives me an eerie look." she said. Her voice wasn't mysterious like she always forced it to be in class.
"Excuse me, Professor. But..erm... what's wrong?" Ron asked, a little confused. This blimey prat wasn't being normal. Normal for her, that is. All dreamy and the like. She sighed, and lowered herself into a green pouf on the floor, settling her chin in her hands.
"I've given all that up. I'm just a silly fake anyway. Everyone knows it. Few times have I said anything worth really listening to. As all the students think, I'm a stupid twat." she said. Many times had Ron thought she was a stupid twat, but putting herself down like that.. It made Ron feel uneasy. He wasn't good around emotional people, unless they were Harry or someone like that.
"You're not a fake." he said, oddly lying and trying to cheer her up. The room seemed dark and gloomy enough.
"The many times you and Potter have laughed at me, I dare say that you're lying." she said, slipping off a beady necklace. Ron hummed in response. "This is like my room." Sybil tried to change the subject.
"Yeah, I noticed." Ron rolled his eyes. Why was he stuck with this woman? Even if she was being different than he remembered her.. But he guessed that was just a show put on for classes. He had never talked to her outside of a class before, much preferring to veer away when she neared. Which was seldom, at that. He was stuck, none the less. Oh dear.. Oh dear indeed.
It had gone quiet for the past.. Well Ron didn't really know. There wasn't a clock in sight and he didn't have his watch with him. It was in his trunk. He got bored, so he decided to mock something Harry had taught him. About Muggle sports or something.
"Oh... my.. god, like.. totally freak me out I mean right on." Ron said in a high voice, moving his arms as if trying to dance. Sybil looked at him, questioningly. "Something Harry taught me about.. What was it again?" He couldn't really remember the name.. Then it hit him. "Cheerleading. Yes, that was it." Sybil nodded and mouthed 'Okay..'
"We should do something to pass the time, instead of just sitting here like good ol' chums." Sybil said. Ron sighed and looked around the room, searching for an answer to Sybil's offer. His eyes got a hold of a chessboard.
"Fancy a game of Wizard's Chess?" he asked.
"Certainly." Sybil said. She was never one to play Wizard's Chess. She didn't find it amusing, really. But, if that's what he wanted to do, she was happy to oblige. She really had to make the best of this. Get a friendship and then get him out of her way, that was the plan. She have to get him on her better half, so he didn't bother her. She knew she wasn't going to play the so called 'game'. How absurd. She'd use this time to study her books, and look over her notes and all that work-related hobble-gobble.
The chess game passed on quickly, Ron taking the lead in the first move it seemed. He was very good at the game, with years of practice and a team of chess pieces that trusted his moves and didn't disobey him. Sybil, however, soon grew mad at her pieces. They would shout at her when she made a stupid move, or they wouldn't even move when she told them to! How preposterous! She soon took to shouting right back at them. Her king had even swung his staff at her. Ron seemed to find this all funny. He laughed until he fell out of the chair. Sybil blew hair out of her face and folded her arms, giving up.
"Guess I win then?" Ron said, chuckling. Sybil just glared at him. He calmed down, "It takes practice." She shrugged. Knew he was right.
"I know, I know." she said. "Just like Divination." She half-smiled at seeing Ron's annoyed look at her mentioning her practice. "Really is interesting you know. If you like that sort of thing."
"Rubbish if you tell me." he said. He knew he sounded like Hermione, but it was true.
"I think you'd like it if you only gave it a chance." she sighed, "But students tend to just goof off in my class. Is it the fumes?" She said this more to herself than to Ron, but it made him grin.
"Yes, you've got us all drugged up." he said, "Students rave around in bed at night craving the air in your classroom! I daresay they're addicted." Sybil smiled. Maybe this kid wasn't half bad.
"I'm going to read a book, do as you may." she said, walking over to the desk and grabbing a book entitled, 'Future Fliers.' Ron glanced at the title.
"'Future Fliers'?.." he muttered to himself. Fliers? Quidditch? No, it couldn't be.. But..
"Yes. It is about Quidditch." Sybil said, as if reading Ron's mind.
"Mind if I take a look?" he asked.
"Not at all." she said, as Ron walked over, looking at the book.
(A/N: Short chapter. Sorry.)
Author: Yours truly
Disclaimer: The opinions and actions of this story are that of the author. Warner Bros, J. K. Rowling, and the many publishing companies are in no way connected to this story... so whatever you do, please, please, please, please don't sue! Ah, I also don't own the movie "Bring It On" which some words in here might bring you to remember that terror.
Notes: Another chappie-ter (That goes out to you! You know who you are.)
Chapter Six: Of Cheerleaders and Men
Ron huffed, sitting down on the bed. The misty air was droning around, making it rather humid. Sybil took off her glasses, setting them on a shelf next to a tea cup.
"Don't you need them to read?" Ron asked. He didn't think she really wore them for style. Who in their right mind would, anyway? But he didn't suppose that she was in her right mind.
"No. Just gives me an eerie look." she said. Her voice wasn't mysterious like she always forced it to be in class.
"Excuse me, Professor. But..erm... what's wrong?" Ron asked, a little confused. This blimey prat wasn't being normal. Normal for her, that is. All dreamy and the like. She sighed, and lowered herself into a green pouf on the floor, settling her chin in her hands.
"I've given all that up. I'm just a silly fake anyway. Everyone knows it. Few times have I said anything worth really listening to. As all the students think, I'm a stupid twat." she said. Many times had Ron thought she was a stupid twat, but putting herself down like that.. It made Ron feel uneasy. He wasn't good around emotional people, unless they were Harry or someone like that.
"You're not a fake." he said, oddly lying and trying to cheer her up. The room seemed dark and gloomy enough.
"The many times you and Potter have laughed at me, I dare say that you're lying." she said, slipping off a beady necklace. Ron hummed in response. "This is like my room." Sybil tried to change the subject.
"Yeah, I noticed." Ron rolled his eyes. Why was he stuck with this woman? Even if she was being different than he remembered her.. But he guessed that was just a show put on for classes. He had never talked to her outside of a class before, much preferring to veer away when she neared. Which was seldom, at that. He was stuck, none the less. Oh dear.. Oh dear indeed.
It had gone quiet for the past.. Well Ron didn't really know. There wasn't a clock in sight and he didn't have his watch with him. It was in his trunk. He got bored, so he decided to mock something Harry had taught him. About Muggle sports or something.
"Oh... my.. god, like.. totally freak me out I mean right on." Ron said in a high voice, moving his arms as if trying to dance. Sybil looked at him, questioningly. "Something Harry taught me about.. What was it again?" He couldn't really remember the name.. Then it hit him. "Cheerleading. Yes, that was it." Sybil nodded and mouthed 'Okay..'
"We should do something to pass the time, instead of just sitting here like good ol' chums." Sybil said. Ron sighed and looked around the room, searching for an answer to Sybil's offer. His eyes got a hold of a chessboard.
"Fancy a game of Wizard's Chess?" he asked.
"Certainly." Sybil said. She was never one to play Wizard's Chess. She didn't find it amusing, really. But, if that's what he wanted to do, she was happy to oblige. She really had to make the best of this. Get a friendship and then get him out of her way, that was the plan. She have to get him on her better half, so he didn't bother her. She knew she wasn't going to play the so called 'game'. How absurd. She'd use this time to study her books, and look over her notes and all that work-related hobble-gobble.
The chess game passed on quickly, Ron taking the lead in the first move it seemed. He was very good at the game, with years of practice and a team of chess pieces that trusted his moves and didn't disobey him. Sybil, however, soon grew mad at her pieces. They would shout at her when she made a stupid move, or they wouldn't even move when she told them to! How preposterous! She soon took to shouting right back at them. Her king had even swung his staff at her. Ron seemed to find this all funny. He laughed until he fell out of the chair. Sybil blew hair out of her face and folded her arms, giving up.
"Guess I win then?" Ron said, chuckling. Sybil just glared at him. He calmed down, "It takes practice." She shrugged. Knew he was right.
"I know, I know." she said. "Just like Divination." She half-smiled at seeing Ron's annoyed look at her mentioning her practice. "Really is interesting you know. If you like that sort of thing."
"Rubbish if you tell me." he said. He knew he sounded like Hermione, but it was true.
"I think you'd like it if you only gave it a chance." she sighed, "But students tend to just goof off in my class. Is it the fumes?" She said this more to herself than to Ron, but it made him grin.
"Yes, you've got us all drugged up." he said, "Students rave around in bed at night craving the air in your classroom! I daresay they're addicted." Sybil smiled. Maybe this kid wasn't half bad.
"I'm going to read a book, do as you may." she said, walking over to the desk and grabbing a book entitled, 'Future Fliers.' Ron glanced at the title.
"'Future Fliers'?.." he muttered to himself. Fliers? Quidditch? No, it couldn't be.. But..
"Yes. It is about Quidditch." Sybil said, as if reading Ron's mind.
"Mind if I take a look?" he asked.
"Not at all." she said, as Ron walked over, looking at the book.
(A/N: Short chapter. Sorry.)