HARRY POTTER AND THE CURSED COMPUTERS
CHAPTER FIVE: POTIONS CLASS, AND STUFF
Continuing from last time…
'What's Hotmail?' Ron and Harry asked.
'Don't ask,' said Sian and Jamie simultaneously.
'Too late, we already did,' said Harry.
Jamie Fridge (A/N: Yes, my last name is 'Fridge'...in this story, anyway) decided to do something originally unplanned.
Closing the Netscape browser, she went to 'File' and clicked on 'Shut down'. (A/N: I haven't used iMacs for some time, and I can't exactly remember how to use them from memory when not faced with one.)
The computer began the slooooow slooooow process of turning off. Computers are always reeeeeaaaaally reeeeeaaaaally slooooow at shutting down, even if the computer IS a really really fast one, like the one in Ron and Harry's dormitory.
'What are you doing?' asked Ron.
'Yeah, I thought you were going to teach us how to use a computer,' said Harry.
'Uh. . .the computer needs a rest,' said Jamie, thinking fast.
'What?' frowned Harry.
'Um, yeah, because it was getting tired,' said Sian Blower (A/N: This is pronounced like...er...well, not like what it looks like) . Jamie nodded.
'Uh. . .okay,' said Harry. 'So, you want to go down the kitchens and grab a snack, then?'
'I'll go!' said Ron immediately, never one to pass up free food.
'Nah, I'll stay here,' said Jamie.
'Me too,' said Sian, glancing at Jamie.
'Suit yourself,' said Harry, shrugging, and walking out the door, Ron following and closing the door.
Once the door was closed, Sian and Jamie proceeded to hog the computer.
Sian tried to push Jamie off the chair and hugged the monitor.
Er. . .hog. Not hug.
'Oh. Okay. But still.'
Sian finally succeeded in kicking Jamie off the chair, and Jamie landed on the floor. Painfully.
And as some may know by now, it is not a very good idea to kick Jamie off a chair and make her land on the floor painfully.
'Ow!'
'Sorry.'
Jamie got up. Sian was now sitting in the chair. Jamie kicked Sian. Sian kicked her back. Jamie flicked her. Sian flicked her back. This continued for some time until the computer finished loading, at which time Jamie pushed Sian out of the computer chair and Sian, who wasn't expecting it, as she hadn'tbeen paying attention to the computer, fell off. Now Jamie sat in the chair.
She moved the mouse and double-clicked on the 'Netscape Navigator 4.0' icon on the desktop. A browser popped up.
Sian had gotten up. She conjured a new chair, pushed Jamie over to the side a bit, and sat down. Jamie glared at her.
Then they started fighting over control of the mouse.
Sian wrenched the mouse from Jamie's grip and set it down firmly on the desk away from Jamie.
Jamie got up and went around Sian. Sian picked up the mouse and put it down in its original position.
Jamie walked back and sat down in her chair. Sian picked up the mouse again and put it down out of Jamie's current reach.
Jamie began one of her several-seconds-long meditations of the day. Sian reached for the keyboard.
Jamie opened her eyes and grabbed the keyboard back.
This is getting boring, isn't it?
Well, to make a long story short, Sian ended up conjuring an entire new set of computer accessories. Including the computer. And a desk.
Jamie looked at her, or rather the boys', computer, and looked at Sian's. Sian's looked somewhat newer, shinier, and –
'HEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' Jamie yelled. She had just realised that Sian now had a Power Mac G5! Jamie pointed her wand at the back of Sian's head.
'Back away from the computer slowly. NOW,' she said.
'Why?'
'Because I want to use it.'
Sian turned around in her chair and blew a raspberry at Jamie.
'Petrificus Totalus!' Jamie shouted.
Unfortunately, Jamie not really having practised much with her wand with all the spells and stuff, Sian got to her first.
I'm going to kill you, Jamie thought, glaring at Sian murderously. Sian stuck out her tongue at Jamie, knowing what Jamie was probably thinking, turned back to the Power Mac G5, and suddenly realised that they were late for class because at some point they'd fallen asleep and hadn't realised it and so it was already the next day and for some reason no one had come back. Well, she supposed Ron was with Hermione or something, she thought, trying to ignore the disturbing mental images that kept threatening to pop up in her head, Harry was...hmm...breaking curfew, and Neville had forgotten the password again, but she didn't know where Seamus and Dean where, but she didn't particularly care anyway, them not being really very important to the plot of the story.
Yes, anyway, they were late for class.
'Oh shi...ttake...' Sian's eyes widened.
Sian proceeded to quickly pack her stuff and perform a quick 'Finite Incantatem!' spell on Jamie, who did the same, except without the spelling part.
'What's first?' asked Sian.
Jamie shrugged and checked her schedule.
'Er...Potions.'
There was a short silence.
Sian swore.
'Yes.'
They looked at each other.
Sian managed to get out of the door before Jamie, being not so against physical exertion as Jamie was.
They were still late, though.
Sian almost had to take Professor Snape hostage before he gave Gryffindor's points back.
You know, that Draco Malfoy doesn't look so bad, some random Gryffindor who was also in sixth year who may or may not be Sian thought. In fact, he's kind of cute. Except, of course, that no one can EVER be as hot as Oliver Wood. Or was it Sean Biggerstaff? Meh, whatever. I can't remember right now. Too...distracted...by Draco's – um, Malfoy's – cuteness...
(A/N: If the some random Gryffindor who is also in sixth year who may or may not be Sian is reading this, I have currently taken sick leave off school for the next few years and moved house without telling anybody where I went. This, I assure you, is for your own, mine coughmineespecially, and everybody else's safety. My current address is now Hogwarts, somewhere in Scotland or something, under Professor Dumbledore's office desk.
Oh shoot.)
'Blower!' someone yelled. Sian snapped out of her daydream and looked around to find that everyone was staring at her. She swore in her mind and cursed...well, everyone, basically.
'Yes, Professor Snape?' she said, directing her attention back to Professor Snape.
'Ten points from Gryffindor for failing to respond on the first call,' he snapped at her. 'Blower, what is the main ingredient of asphodel?'
Sian went like this. --> --"
Because the ingredients for creatingthe Draught of Living Death(A/N: Which is used in every single fic at least once) were on the board behind him, and one of them was asphodel, and everyone knew that Snape insisted on writing only pure, untainted ingredients for potions.
Sian struggled to keep a straight face and to keep her eyes from wandering in the general direction of Malfoy's smirk and not to flip him a rude gesture.
'Asphodel IS an ingredient, sir,' said Sian, also trying not to roll her eyes.
Professor Snape looked displeased. Probably because Sian had caught him out in his trick question, which really wasn't much of a trick because the answer was sort of written on the board anyway. Either way, he'd take points from Gryffindor anyway.
Which he did promptly, and right on schedule. 'Ten points from Gryffindor for being such a know-it-all,' he snarled, turning back to the board.
Luckily, Sian had a friend in fifth year who was a prefect who would gladly give those points back, and some points from Slytherin too.
Muahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
(A/N: Hurray. I updated.
But it's not like anyone reads this anyway, or even bothers to review. -sniffs-
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