Right the Disclaimer which I keep foregetting: I do not take credit for J.K.Rowling's Harry Potter... I don't get why we have to do this if we don't claim it as original fiction?!
These short day entries will have to do primarily with Harry and his gang/peeps/homies/um friends cause the book is named "Harry Potter and (fill in the blank)" sooooooooo... without further ado, I, present Spirit Week, a comedy or a horror story from whichever way you look at it. CHEERS!
Day 1 – Monday
Seeing as this day had been organized by multitudes of 'brave, courageous and loyal' prefects from Gryffindor, the day was guaranteed to follow every rule, every overdone outdoor sports day, and to be educational, yet end up immature... think of Ron and Hermoine.
The day began with with all the prefects standing outside on the cold morning in their bikinis, leis and grass skirts, yet still with enthusiastic smiles on their faces. In their hands they held boxes upon boxes of face paint and fabric in their house colors, ready to attack the rest of the school into acting enthusiastic.
Harry went to breakfast that morning by himself; Ron and Hermoine were busy with 'prefect' stuff. He thought prefects were stupid lackey's for the teachers of to which none of the prefects would NEVER ever admit to being. He thought that his cereal tasted worse without anyone to talk with. Only Harry would ever think of that because Harry was a self-centered teenager, like everyone else out there within the demographic of thirTEEN to nineTEEN. So as we all must agree, Harry's life was soooo much worse than everyone else's.
Harry donned red swimming trunks, a red vintage t-shirt, the red knit sweater from Mrs. Weasly, oh and red tevas, and made his way incredibly slowly out the large doors because he didn't want to be the first one there, and everyone shows up at least fifteen minutes late for everything, except Potions.
When he arrived, he was relieved to find that he had come out with the majority of the school and joined in the complaining on the cold weather.
After one minute, which seemed like two hours for the two or three hundred odd students of Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore magiked his voice so that it was louder than Dobby, and announced the various house teams, "Seeing as there are six prefects in each house, there will be six teams for each house, and as there are about seventy students in each house, ten for each year; there will be approximately 1 to 2 student from each year on each team. Meaning, there will be twenty-four teams, and two teams of teachers. The teams will be as follow, G-1, being the first Gryffindor House team, will be led by the House Captain, and will be meeting in the far corner of the field in THAT direction, yes just follow the large red sign that says G-1, and it will be composed of...." Dumbledore continued in this manner until every last name was listed, still leaving people not knowing where to go nevertheless.
Harry was relieved that Hermione would be his 'team' leader, G-6, but this was just his initial reaction, which changed after he met up with Hermione and the rest of his group.
There, right in front of him, he saw Hermione, Prefect Hermione, wearing a red bathing suit, a red cocktail dress, red Mardi Gras beads, red fishnets with red striped socks, and sparkly red shoes remnant of a Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz Halloween costume gone horribly wrong. Harry however just grinned and bore it, after all life could be worse. Of course the grin quickly disappeared when he found out who the rest of his team was. His team consisted of students such as himself, Patricia Stimpson (7th Year), Kenneth Towler (7th Year), Colin Creevey (5th Year), Ginny Weasley (5th Year), Natalie MacDonald (4th Year), Euan Abercrombi(3rd Year) and various eleven and twelve year olds that Harry doubted were even potty trained.
Harry stared skeptically at his close friend Ron Weasley who was trying to disentangle three first years from his feet. Ron had since dyed his hair black and denounced his family, moving out into the wizard world and getting a job. He also dressed all in black. As he said it was because he was mourning the death of society, but the common feeling was that he had had it up to his neck with the pressures of being a Weasley, and felt that by not ever wearing anything red, it would somehow separate himself from his family whom he found both embarrassing and superior at the same time. While Harry was staring meanlisly at Ron's black hair, his group had since then began marching off to compete in the tug-of-war against one of the Hufflepuff teams. Harry quickly caught up to them by following the cheer that Hermoine was leading her team in.
When they got to the swamp for tug-of-war, a gnome standing on a small roman-column-like-pedestal directed them into proper tug-of-war formation. Harry was situated as the anchor, being the largest on the team, and then it just went down from there right up to the tiny, no miniscule little first years. The Gryffindor team G-6, easily defeated the Hufflepuff team H-1 which came as no surprise as asoon as H-1 reached the swamp the scampered off in fear of getting their carefully picked out yellow costumes dirty (Hufflepuffs were pansies.)
A loud horn bellowed at the end and beginning of each activity, signally time to move on. Their, their being team G-6's, next event was the synchronized swimming program against Slytherin. Both teams were sprayed with a potion meant to make them water-proof and unsinkable, but nothing could stop them from getting wet when the two teams started an all out fight in the lake. It stopped when the horn blew, and both teams regretted having to walk around the rest of the morning sopping wet. This was when Harry truly appreciated the fact that Hermione actually paid attention in any of their classes.
Their next even was the potato sack obstacle course, which Harry refused to participate in, complaining that the sacks would irritate his skin and that they were more suited for 'smaller' participants. This excuse worked and Harry lay in the sun for the next thirty minutes or so hoping that he wasn't getting sunburnt.
The last horn finally sounded and the school congregated on the grassy hill overlooking the lake to watch the relay race. Harry (now sitting next to Ron) and Ron's mouthes then dropped open when they saw eight mean lean swimming machines stand up to compete (two, one girl one guy, from each house). It would be lying to say that the only thing the guys could look at were the hot girls in bikinis, but these muscular ladies were more likely to make them run away screaming like a girl to hide under their dormitory beds.
In the end, Ravenclaw came in first with Hufflepuff in second. Gryffindor and Slytherin were both disqualified for fighting, although even with that they still crossed the finish line before the other two houses.
Lunch was then served and the chefs, i.e. the teachers, reviewed the costumes, choosing one from each house as the winner. Hermione won for Gryffindor, Zacharias Smith for Hufflepuff, Luna Lovegood for Ravenclaw and Pansy Parkinson for Slytherin (although Harry could not quite make the mental connection between frilly pink lace and Slytherin but in the end, from Ron's speculations, decided that she won for her house based on the fact that she was the only one to wear non-everyday clothes).
After lunch Harry and Ron trudged back up to the dormitories to wash off the red face paint and to then go to afternoon classes, which luckily and coincidentally were double potions, which seems to be the class most often frequented in the novels. When they got there they joined Hermione on the right side, or sunny side, of the class.
The door promptly slammed shut after Malfoy came in, with no concern for the two Gryffindor students who were about to come in (early). When the two, the two being Lavender Brown and Pavarti Patil, entered they were both docked "five points from Gryffindor"; the snazzy catch phrase of Professor Snape.
The class proceeded as was to be expected; Snape gave the potion assignment, Snape asked a question about the potion, Snape ignored Hermione, Snape docked Hermione five points, Snape tortured Neville, Snape docked Hermione another five points, Snape tortured Harry, Snape gave Draco five points, Snape gave Harry another F and finally Snape dismissed the class, with a twenty inch parchment on the potion for the students who failed the in-class assignment, ten minutes after the bell.
After class there was the dreaded career planning seminar, but luckily for Ron and Harry, they fell asleep when they went to put their books away and by the time they woke up it was finished (right that happened). So Harry and Ron went to visit Dobby with Harry under the invisibility cloak, as since Ron was a prefect he was supposed to be monitoring for students not at the seminar, and then they returned back to the common room to eat it up large. Ron, knowing that he was on the verge of becoming the first prefect to ever become 'de-prefectified' didn't care and invited the rest of the students hiding in their rooms to come eat, get drunk and be merry with them which ended up with Harry and Pavarti being no where to be found for a time period of roughly half and hour (but Ron didn't notice since he was on the common room's patio smoking up).
At sometime between six and seven dinner started, not that anyone from the Gryffindor common room went with the exception of Ron who was incredibly hungry, actually that would be an understatement, he was starving or might I say ravishing from a little too much whoo whoo. At eight o'clock the evening debate began. The older kids actually cleared out leaving only the first, second and third year students who didn't really understand what it was all about.
The debate between Fudge and Dumbledore went as expected, well minus the picket signs and violent protests which were predicted by the Daily Prophet, but speech wise it went in a straight line. The students battered Fudge with tough questions which he could not answer, well did not have time to answer, before various anonymous Slytherins jumped to his defense, well not really but it sounds good to have inter-house rivalries.
It actually turned out to be a more humorous evening than expected. Exhibit A for both sides was Harry Potter, and Exhibit B was Lord Voldemort. Harry enjoyed saying a couple of words on behalf of the issue, smiled for the photographer and 'silencio-'ed Ron when he started yelling at the medieval armor. Which was not to mention Hermione's hissy fit afterwards directed towards both Harry and Ron for 'irresponsible' behavior, going on about all the hard work she put into it etc. etc.
At approximately half past twelve, Harry found himself listening to hard rock on his headphones in bed thinking about his unfinished homework.... But since that is now the next day... it will be continued in the next aptly named chapter... Day 2!