Thanks to the people who reviewed – those who didn't, please do so. It's
really not that difficult.
Oh yeah and y'all know I don't own anything, right? Of course you do – you're not stupid.
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"Oh the cleverness of me!" thought Professor Flitwick as he helped an extremely tall, extremely dull fifth year reverse the spell she had put on her bullfrog, which had caused it to accidentally come out in large orange spots.
"Oh the cleverness of me!" he thought, as he passed tall Professor McGonagall in the corridor, (she had a hanky stuffed in her mouth and her shoulders were shaking.)
"Oh the cleverness of me!" he said out loud, as he entered his own private office to carry out the splendiferous and wonderful plan he had so CLEVERLY hatched.
It really was rather cunning, and almost as good as he thought it was.
* * * * * * * * ***
"Powdered hoof of Sifila....have I forgotten anything?" Professor Flitwick peered over the rim of his cauldron (his other one was too small and he needed lots of THIS particular potion.)
No, it was turning a light mauve-grey, like it was supposed to.
Professor Snape needn't think he was the ONLY one who could make good potions – tall as he was.
"Okey-dokey, what next?" Professor Flitwick rubbed his hands and gave a little jump of excitement.
According to 'Potions, Potions, and More Potions' he was supposed to recite the incantation after drinking a full goblet of the still-bubbling brew.
He reached for a goblet, then stopped.
A most unsettling thought had just occurred to him.
Did they mean a full goblet for all persons regardless of size or was it only for persons that were, ahem, not exactly vertically challenged? (A/N Thanx for that Marissa Ann!)
"Oh, piffle," he said out loud, "What does it matter? I'll tell you what it matters, Alganon Flitwick, your whole plan could backfire...why don't they have regulated amounts for persons of all heights?"
The discrimination of it!
Well, there was nothing he could do but take a test drive.
Figuratively speaking, of course.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Here goes!" Professor Flitwick gulped down a full goblet and burped a little.
"Excuse me." He looked down at 'Potions, Potions and More Potions':
"Patience is a virtue, Virtue is a grace, Grace is a little girl, Who would not wash her face!"
Had it worked? He wondered.
Another test drive seemed to be in order. And it wasn't going to be a pleasant one.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Professor Snape?"
Professor Flitwick swung his legs (he was on his desk, a more elevated position), and prepared himself for the ordeal to come.
Professor Snape looked down at him with his usual sneer.
"You sent for me, Alganon?"
"Yes," squeaked Flitwick. "I want you to do something for me."
Professor Snape raised a greasy eyebrow.
"And what would that be?"
Professor Flitwick took a deep breath.
"I want you to make fun of my – my below-average height."
"What! Really?" Snape looked gleeful.
You won't be looking like that for long, the smaller man opposite thought sourly.
"Yes. Do go on."
"With pleasure! Wait a minute..." Snape looked suspicious.
"Are you planning to harm me in any manner if I do?"
"What! Certainly not! I'm surprised at you, Severus, really I am." Squeaked Flitwick.
"Just making sure, just making sure. Of course you wouldn't do anything like that. Not you."
Professor Snape grinned in a horrible sort of way and began.
"You, Alganon, are so puny that it is comical. You shouldn't be a teacher, but a court jester! I've heard they often hire such freaks to entertain sometimes. Do the students pat you on the head on their way out of class? Only you're so small...."
And on and on it went.
* * * * * * * * **
"I THINK that's all the insults I can think of at the moment. Did I mention the fact that you could replace the pins at that Muggle game, tenpin bowling?"
"Yes, I believe you did," Professor Flitwicksaid wearily. Two hours of listening to Snape insulting him was tiring.
But he hadn't felt a single urge to turn him into a rooster!
Success!
"And that you should eat more spinach – it's growing food?"
'YES Severus."
* * * * * * * * * * *
The first part of his brilliantly-brilliant plan was set.
Now for the second part!
* * * * * * * * * * CLIFFHANGER! Ha! I know! I'm evil!
Know it was kinda short, but I'll try and update soon, promise.
By the way, I'd like to say that I mean no discrimination against either short or tall persons in this story. I'd be a hypocrite in the tall person thing, as I am a tall person myself (no short people! Don't throw the rotten fruit at meeee!)
It's just a story bout Prof. Flitwick, so don't fly off the handle at me OK?
So yeah.
Don't sit there staring. You know what to do. Starts with R, ends with W.
Reeeviiieeeewww! (Please?)
~EOTW~
Oh yeah and y'all know I don't own anything, right? Of course you do – you're not stupid.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Oh the cleverness of me!" thought Professor Flitwick as he helped an extremely tall, extremely dull fifth year reverse the spell she had put on her bullfrog, which had caused it to accidentally come out in large orange spots.
"Oh the cleverness of me!" he thought, as he passed tall Professor McGonagall in the corridor, (she had a hanky stuffed in her mouth and her shoulders were shaking.)
"Oh the cleverness of me!" he said out loud, as he entered his own private office to carry out the splendiferous and wonderful plan he had so CLEVERLY hatched.
It really was rather cunning, and almost as good as he thought it was.
* * * * * * * * ***
"Powdered hoof of Sifila....have I forgotten anything?" Professor Flitwick peered over the rim of his cauldron (his other one was too small and he needed lots of THIS particular potion.)
No, it was turning a light mauve-grey, like it was supposed to.
Professor Snape needn't think he was the ONLY one who could make good potions – tall as he was.
"Okey-dokey, what next?" Professor Flitwick rubbed his hands and gave a little jump of excitement.
According to 'Potions, Potions, and More Potions' he was supposed to recite the incantation after drinking a full goblet of the still-bubbling brew.
He reached for a goblet, then stopped.
A most unsettling thought had just occurred to him.
Did they mean a full goblet for all persons regardless of size or was it only for persons that were, ahem, not exactly vertically challenged? (A/N Thanx for that Marissa Ann!)
"Oh, piffle," he said out loud, "What does it matter? I'll tell you what it matters, Alganon Flitwick, your whole plan could backfire...why don't they have regulated amounts for persons of all heights?"
The discrimination of it!
Well, there was nothing he could do but take a test drive.
Figuratively speaking, of course.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Here goes!" Professor Flitwick gulped down a full goblet and burped a little.
"Excuse me." He looked down at 'Potions, Potions and More Potions':
"Patience is a virtue, Virtue is a grace, Grace is a little girl, Who would not wash her face!"
Had it worked? He wondered.
Another test drive seemed to be in order. And it wasn't going to be a pleasant one.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Professor Snape?"
Professor Flitwick swung his legs (he was on his desk, a more elevated position), and prepared himself for the ordeal to come.
Professor Snape looked down at him with his usual sneer.
"You sent for me, Alganon?"
"Yes," squeaked Flitwick. "I want you to do something for me."
Professor Snape raised a greasy eyebrow.
"And what would that be?"
Professor Flitwick took a deep breath.
"I want you to make fun of my – my below-average height."
"What! Really?" Snape looked gleeful.
You won't be looking like that for long, the smaller man opposite thought sourly.
"Yes. Do go on."
"With pleasure! Wait a minute..." Snape looked suspicious.
"Are you planning to harm me in any manner if I do?"
"What! Certainly not! I'm surprised at you, Severus, really I am." Squeaked Flitwick.
"Just making sure, just making sure. Of course you wouldn't do anything like that. Not you."
Professor Snape grinned in a horrible sort of way and began.
"You, Alganon, are so puny that it is comical. You shouldn't be a teacher, but a court jester! I've heard they often hire such freaks to entertain sometimes. Do the students pat you on the head on their way out of class? Only you're so small...."
And on and on it went.
* * * * * * * * **
"I THINK that's all the insults I can think of at the moment. Did I mention the fact that you could replace the pins at that Muggle game, tenpin bowling?"
"Yes, I believe you did," Professor Flitwicksaid wearily. Two hours of listening to Snape insulting him was tiring.
But he hadn't felt a single urge to turn him into a rooster!
Success!
"And that you should eat more spinach – it's growing food?"
'YES Severus."
* * * * * * * * * * *
The first part of his brilliantly-brilliant plan was set.
Now for the second part!
* * * * * * * * * * CLIFFHANGER! Ha! I know! I'm evil!
Know it was kinda short, but I'll try and update soon, promise.
By the way, I'd like to say that I mean no discrimination against either short or tall persons in this story. I'd be a hypocrite in the tall person thing, as I am a tall person myself (no short people! Don't throw the rotten fruit at meeee!)
It's just a story bout Prof. Flitwick, so don't fly off the handle at me OK?
So yeah.
Don't sit there staring. You know what to do. Starts with R, ends with W.
Reeeviiieeeewww! (Please?)
~EOTW~