DISCLAIMER: Remember all that stuff I didn't own before? I still don't own it. Though, I do own a really awesome pair of boots.
A/N: Found out the headmaster was named Dippet, but I like the name Daedalus so I'm not going to change it.
Somebody warned me so I decided to put a blanket thing on all my stories (het, slash, gen,) Please, bring an open mind. Remember, everyone's life is not the same."I've never been so happy in my life to see food," Theodore said as he flung himself down on the bench. "I hate divination. I hate divination with a purple passion!"
"Just keep thinking," Marie said happily, "this is the last year you have to take Divination. Professor Greenly only takes people with O's in her NEWTs classes."
"I wish I didn't have to take it at all," Theodore said violently. "Stupid mandatory classes."
"I know," Tom said sitting across the table from Theodore (who was still slumped with his face on the table), "if I had a choice, I would have dropped History of Magic years ago."
"Oh, I know. Professor Binns has to be like...300 or something," Marie said sliding Theodore's plate out from underneath his head. "And he just drones on and on...I will be so happy when he dies."
"Marie!" Theodore rebuked.
"What? We were all thinking it; I'm the only one who has the guts to say it. When that old windbag dies, we'll get a decent History of Magic teacher," she said as she piled potatoes onto Theodore's plate. "At least, I hope..." But whatever it was that Marie hoped will never be known, for at that moment Levi walked in. She looked as if she was rather pleased with herself, but trying to convince everyone she was sad about something.
"What happened?" Tom asked grabbing her arm. Levi looked around to see if Shibby was in hearing distance. After her ice blue eyes locked on the fifth year sitting at the Gryffindor table, she sat down beside Tom before speaking.
"I got detention." She looked oddly pleased with herself.
"That's good?" Theodore asked without looking up. (Marie was now piling Yorkshire pudding on his plate.)
"No. The way I got it was great! Do you know that git Adonis Malfoy?"
"That blonde idiot who didn't realize you were adopted?" Tom asked.
"That'd be the one. Apparently, he finally noticed the star and realized I'm a muggle-born. He called me a dirty-bloodied freak who wouldn't know magic if she saw it." Levi smirked and pointed towards the door of the Great Hall. Standing there were Professors Dumbledore, Trewlans, and Absalom as well as Headmaster Daedalus and the git in question. "I'm not entirely sure who that large gentleman is..." Large was an understatement. Professor Absalom was a full head taller than anyone else on Hogwarts staff.
"Charms professor," Tom broke in.
"...But apparently, neither the nurse nor the headmaster could break the spell I put on him so they had to call in reinforcements."
"What did you do to him?" Theodore said looking at a perfectly normal looking boy. But Levi never got a chance to answer as Absolom began to walk towards her.
"Miss Jones," he began in his deep voice, "Where did you learn that spell?"
"Um...I don't remember actually learning it anywhere. I just...knew it," she said with a shrug.
"None of us can figure out any kind of counter-curse. Do you know it?"
"I don't know," Levi said truthfully. "I didn't even know the spell."
"Hmm. I guess he's going to have to stay like this for a while," Absalom said before calling the same information to Trewlans. Malfoy walked to the table and flung himself down in fury. He glared at Levi and anyone in the immediate area around her.
"Oh, Adonis, what happened?" one of his cronies, an unimaginative and dreadfully stupid boy by the name of Goyle, asked. Malfoy responded in a stream of gibberish that nobody could figure out.
"Apparently," Absalom called down the table startling both Goyle and Malfoy, "Mr. Malfoy decided to inform Miss Jones that her blood was dirty. She responded by hexing him to only speak Spanish...and none of the staff know the counter-curse. Truthfully, I don't even know the curse to make him speak only in Spanish." He waited long enough for Malfoy to begin yelling (most likely about how horrible his condition was) before squatting down to be closer to Levi's level. Absalom was so tall and Levi so small, that he still towered over the little witch, though. "Not that I'm...encouraging the hexing of others, but... wonderful Charms work there, Jones. Looking forward to having you in class. I can't imagine what you'll be capable of as a Seventh year." He stood up and began to walk away before turning around and addressing the little girl again. "If you think of that counter-curse, don't hesitate to come and tell me." Once more, he started towards the staff table before turning around again. He dropped his voice to a whisper. "If Mr. Malfoy is behaving himself, that is."
A/N: I know it didn't contribute anything to the plot, but it explains something you need to know about Levi and Nott that becomes important in the sequel. (If I ever decide to do it.) Sorry it's so short, but I wrote it in Sociology. That's why I decided to upload it at the same time as the other chapter.
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