Wotcher! Here's more Flitwick - hope you enjoy! (And review!)
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"And thirty-three." Professor Flitwick placed the last bottle of Patience In Potion inside his black Secret Cabinet and locked it.
He then proceeded to hunt up the volume which would help him carry out the last part of his wonderful plan.
It took him some time, as he had not actually looked at that particular book since he was seven years old.
His aunt Ganeda had given it to him for his birthday. At that time hadn't been exactly pleased with it. He had wanted a book on how to Charm his sister's hair in her sleep to make it turn into hay.
But his mother had told him not to complain, as aunt Ganeda 'was touchy about these things.'
She didn't add 'and she is a rich old woman and you don't want to be left out in her will when she dies' but she didn't have to.
He had been made to read it to Aunt Ganeda when she came to stay, cover to cover.
It was a very long book, a 1000 pages.
A thousand pages takes a very long time for a seven-year-old to read, especially if he has been forced to.
He had stayed inside so long in Aunt Ganeda's dark, musty room reading that long book that it had stunted his growth and he had never grown since.
And he had always been short for his age.
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"Ah, here we go!"
Professor Flitwick blew off the very thick layer of dust that covered the worn, leather-bound volume and sneezed.
Needless to say, he had never actually opened it since he was seven.
Aunt Ganeda had insisted he take it to Hogwarts with him, and when he had come back to teach here.
"You'll need it sometime, Alganon, I assure you."
She had died soon after he had become a Charms teacher, and he had never yet used the book.
But now -
Dear old Aunt Ganeda!
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The book was called 'The Book Of Morals- A Young Wizard's Guide On Being Good.'
He seemed to remember that there had been a chapter -
'Don't Make People Feel Small - Or You'll Be Small Yourself.'
He sat down to read it.
'Good Little Wizards should not make others feel small, in any way. If they do, providing the person they are ridiculing remembers the Rule Of Patience (see chapter 50, page 567, paragraph 34) and ignores them, the Good Little Wizard will turn into A Bad Little Wizard and Get His Comeuppance.
There is an ancient magic that has long existed, even in the Muggle World, though the effects are not the same, and very few people know or believe that it is in existence.
It protects the Good and punishes the Bad. If you are a Bad Little Wizard and you make others feel small, you will be punished by starting to be small yourself.
The speed of the process differs with the nature of your ridiculing. If you are a Very Very Bad Little Wizard and you make a person feel Very Small, then the process will naturally be more rapid.
So do not be a Bad Little Wizard and make others feel small - or you will be the small one in the end...'
Tee hee. Thought Professor Flitwick.
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Oh the cleverness of him! All the people who ridiculed him were going to get their Comeuppance for sure! And he, for one, would make sure that the process would 'be more rapid.'
"Betram Weasley is a Bad Little Wizard!" Flitwick said in a sing-song voice.
He was not going to be merciful in this one.
It would be their own fault anyhow!
AND the best bit was:
'We all know of the Magic of the Apology. If a Bad Little Wizard makes a most humble apology to the one he or she has offended, and has truly repented, then they can turn back into a Good Little Wizard. Of normal height.'
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Professor Snape smiled evilly to himself, as headed for the Dungeons after lunch.
He had greatly enjoyed insulting Professor Flitwick on his miniscule height that morning.
Making other people miserable was one of the few joys in Severus Snape's life. (A/N should we pity him that he has so few? Certainly not!)
"A job well done," Snape commended himself.
"Lowered his spirits. His self-esteem. Made him feel a tad SMALL you could say!"
Snape chuckled at his own joke as he entered the dungeons.
He had the Gryffindors and the Hufflepuffs. Good. He decided that he'd give them all a 'D' on their homework this time. He wished Hermione Granger's son was in this class.
They were all looking at him strangely. Funny. The teachers at the staff table had been giving him that look as well.
"Staring is not good manners. Five points off your houses for each of you."
Now they were all looking horrified. Ha!
"Weakening Solutions today! You will be required to test them on yourselves, before handing me up a sample!" he said gleefully.
Stupid brats. THAT should make them all hazy for their next classes, with any luck.
He put the instructions up on the board and proceeded to walk around the dungeons, swooping upon this student, or that one, just for the fun of tormenting them.
"Miss Longbottom, what is THAT?" he pointed to the sludge-grey mess at the bottom of the girl's cauldron.
"My potion," she replied defiantly.
He didn't like her attitude. She was certainly nothing like her father when HE had been at school. Though she DID have his unfortunate ability, or rather, his lack of ability in potions.
"That is not a potion, Miss Longbottom," he said coldly, "That is a waste of time and space. Get rid of it. You will have extra homework today as well as zero marks for your efforts."
"That's not fair!" the girl exclaimed.
"You used too much hair of kelpie - the instructions clearly tell you to -"
"Clearly!" Melissa Longbottom said loudly, "That isn't clear! You can hardly read that writing!"
"Ten points off Gryffindor, Miss Longbottom! For giving your opinion when it is not asked for. Now, kindly - "
Melissa Longbottom, who seemed to have inherited her mother's bad temper, pulled out her wand and cried, "Wingardium Leviosa!"
Professor Snape's greasy black hair, which now revealed itself to be a toupee, flew off his head. He clutched after it, white to the lips with rage.
"How dare you! Fifty points off Gryffindor! Detention! Detention!" he shrieked.
The students, after a shocked silence, had dissolved into laughter which echoed around the dungeons and seemed to drive Snape insane.
"Fifty points off all of you!" he screamed, and ran after his toupee, which Marissa Longbottom (who could hardly keep a hold on her wand for laughing), made whizz around in all directions.
Before finally letting it drop onto the top of a tall stone shelf, in which there were several large glass jars with a number of disgusting slimy things floating about in them.
The students by now were all on the floor, rolling around and holding their sides.
Professor Snape was enraged. Now they all knew his so carefully guarded secret!
"Prof - professor Snape's bald!" Juniper Finnigan choked.
"BALD!" echoed her fellow students just as chokingly, with tears of laughter pouring down their cheeks.
"Can't wait to tell - to tell James and Betram!"
Snape was trying to reach his toupee, on top of the stone shelf.
The funny thing was, he could have sworn, he had been able to reach up there only yesterday.
He groaned as he stretched to the very tips of his toes to try and grab it.
But he couldn't.
"Having - having trouble Professor Snape?" Melissa wiped away her tears with the back of her hand.
Finally Snape gave it up and used magic to bring the toupee down from the shelf.
He crammed it onto his bald yellow head and glared at the students, breathing hard, his eyes flashing.
"You, Miss Longbottom, are coming with me to the Headmaster's office!"
Melissa stopped laughing.
"The rest of you," Snape continued, "Are losing fifty points each off your houses!"
The students gaped up at him in horrified silence.
"And get off the floor!" he snarled.
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So what did you all think? Review and let me know, OK?
By the way, I'm not going to be able to update for up to a week after this, just so you know. REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!
~EOTW~
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"And thirty-three." Professor Flitwick placed the last bottle of Patience In Potion inside his black Secret Cabinet and locked it.
He then proceeded to hunt up the volume which would help him carry out the last part of his wonderful plan.
It took him some time, as he had not actually looked at that particular book since he was seven years old.
His aunt Ganeda had given it to him for his birthday. At that time hadn't been exactly pleased with it. He had wanted a book on how to Charm his sister's hair in her sleep to make it turn into hay.
But his mother had told him not to complain, as aunt Ganeda 'was touchy about these things.'
She didn't add 'and she is a rich old woman and you don't want to be left out in her will when she dies' but she didn't have to.
He had been made to read it to Aunt Ganeda when she came to stay, cover to cover.
It was a very long book, a 1000 pages.
A thousand pages takes a very long time for a seven-year-old to read, especially if he has been forced to.
He had stayed inside so long in Aunt Ganeda's dark, musty room reading that long book that it had stunted his growth and he had never grown since.
And he had always been short for his age.
* * * * * * * *
"Ah, here we go!"
Professor Flitwick blew off the very thick layer of dust that covered the worn, leather-bound volume and sneezed.
Needless to say, he had never actually opened it since he was seven.
Aunt Ganeda had insisted he take it to Hogwarts with him, and when he had come back to teach here.
"You'll need it sometime, Alganon, I assure you."
She had died soon after he had become a Charms teacher, and he had never yet used the book.
But now -
Dear old Aunt Ganeda!
* * * * * * * * * *
The book was called 'The Book Of Morals- A Young Wizard's Guide On Being Good.'
He seemed to remember that there had been a chapter -
'Don't Make People Feel Small - Or You'll Be Small Yourself.'
He sat down to read it.
'Good Little Wizards should not make others feel small, in any way. If they do, providing the person they are ridiculing remembers the Rule Of Patience (see chapter 50, page 567, paragraph 34) and ignores them, the Good Little Wizard will turn into A Bad Little Wizard and Get His Comeuppance.
There is an ancient magic that has long existed, even in the Muggle World, though the effects are not the same, and very few people know or believe that it is in existence.
It protects the Good and punishes the Bad. If you are a Bad Little Wizard and you make others feel small, you will be punished by starting to be small yourself.
The speed of the process differs with the nature of your ridiculing. If you are a Very Very Bad Little Wizard and you make a person feel Very Small, then the process will naturally be more rapid.
So do not be a Bad Little Wizard and make others feel small - or you will be the small one in the end...'
Tee hee. Thought Professor Flitwick.
* * * * * * * **
Oh the cleverness of him! All the people who ridiculed him were going to get their Comeuppance for sure! And he, for one, would make sure that the process would 'be more rapid.'
"Betram Weasley is a Bad Little Wizard!" Flitwick said in a sing-song voice.
He was not going to be merciful in this one.
It would be their own fault anyhow!
AND the best bit was:
'We all know of the Magic of the Apology. If a Bad Little Wizard makes a most humble apology to the one he or she has offended, and has truly repented, then they can turn back into a Good Little Wizard. Of normal height.'
* * * * * * * *
Professor Snape smiled evilly to himself, as headed for the Dungeons after lunch.
He had greatly enjoyed insulting Professor Flitwick on his miniscule height that morning.
Making other people miserable was one of the few joys in Severus Snape's life. (A/N should we pity him that he has so few? Certainly not!)
"A job well done," Snape commended himself.
"Lowered his spirits. His self-esteem. Made him feel a tad SMALL you could say!"
Snape chuckled at his own joke as he entered the dungeons.
He had the Gryffindors and the Hufflepuffs. Good. He decided that he'd give them all a 'D' on their homework this time. He wished Hermione Granger's son was in this class.
They were all looking at him strangely. Funny. The teachers at the staff table had been giving him that look as well.
"Staring is not good manners. Five points off your houses for each of you."
Now they were all looking horrified. Ha!
"Weakening Solutions today! You will be required to test them on yourselves, before handing me up a sample!" he said gleefully.
Stupid brats. THAT should make them all hazy for their next classes, with any luck.
He put the instructions up on the board and proceeded to walk around the dungeons, swooping upon this student, or that one, just for the fun of tormenting them.
"Miss Longbottom, what is THAT?" he pointed to the sludge-grey mess at the bottom of the girl's cauldron.
"My potion," she replied defiantly.
He didn't like her attitude. She was certainly nothing like her father when HE had been at school. Though she DID have his unfortunate ability, or rather, his lack of ability in potions.
"That is not a potion, Miss Longbottom," he said coldly, "That is a waste of time and space. Get rid of it. You will have extra homework today as well as zero marks for your efforts."
"That's not fair!" the girl exclaimed.
"You used too much hair of kelpie - the instructions clearly tell you to -"
"Clearly!" Melissa Longbottom said loudly, "That isn't clear! You can hardly read that writing!"
"Ten points off Gryffindor, Miss Longbottom! For giving your opinion when it is not asked for. Now, kindly - "
Melissa Longbottom, who seemed to have inherited her mother's bad temper, pulled out her wand and cried, "Wingardium Leviosa!"
Professor Snape's greasy black hair, which now revealed itself to be a toupee, flew off his head. He clutched after it, white to the lips with rage.
"How dare you! Fifty points off Gryffindor! Detention! Detention!" he shrieked.
The students, after a shocked silence, had dissolved into laughter which echoed around the dungeons and seemed to drive Snape insane.
"Fifty points off all of you!" he screamed, and ran after his toupee, which Marissa Longbottom (who could hardly keep a hold on her wand for laughing), made whizz around in all directions.
Before finally letting it drop onto the top of a tall stone shelf, in which there were several large glass jars with a number of disgusting slimy things floating about in them.
The students by now were all on the floor, rolling around and holding their sides.
Professor Snape was enraged. Now they all knew his so carefully guarded secret!
"Prof - professor Snape's bald!" Juniper Finnigan choked.
"BALD!" echoed her fellow students just as chokingly, with tears of laughter pouring down their cheeks.
"Can't wait to tell - to tell James and Betram!"
Snape was trying to reach his toupee, on top of the stone shelf.
The funny thing was, he could have sworn, he had been able to reach up there only yesterday.
He groaned as he stretched to the very tips of his toes to try and grab it.
But he couldn't.
"Having - having trouble Professor Snape?" Melissa wiped away her tears with the back of her hand.
Finally Snape gave it up and used magic to bring the toupee down from the shelf.
He crammed it onto his bald yellow head and glared at the students, breathing hard, his eyes flashing.
"You, Miss Longbottom, are coming with me to the Headmaster's office!"
Melissa stopped laughing.
"The rest of you," Snape continued, "Are losing fifty points each off your houses!"
The students gaped up at him in horrified silence.
"And get off the floor!" he snarled.
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So what did you all think? Review and let me know, OK?
By the way, I'm not going to be able to update for up to a week after this, just so you know. REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!
~EOTW~