Meanwhile, at promptly nine the next morning, Sirius and Alice reported to Professor Flitwick in his Tungsten mines. At breakfast they had received an owl each, with a letter disclosing the well-kept secret of the location of the mines. So here they were, standing a cautious distance from the Snogging Oak - a tree which tried to snog anyone who came near it. Professor Flitwick arrived shortly.
"Well, well, let's get started then, shall we?" he asked. Sirius and Alice didn't feel nearly as cheerful as he sounded. Without further ado, Flitwick walked up to the tree and began snogging it with all his might. Alice found herself wondering if it had lips or not. But before long, they heard a click, and an narrow door popped open where previously the tree had been solid. "In you go," directed Flitwick, and they reluctantly descended the stairs into a gloomy interior lit dimly by torches in brackets on the wall.
Seeing that they were alone, Sirius ventured to ask, "Who works the mines normally?"
Flitwick replied, "Oh, I get enough sixth and seventh year students caught snogging - or worse - that I'm fairly well-supplied with workers. Or should I say - SLAVES! MWAHAHA!" Sirius and Alice were startled, having never seen this evil side of their Charms teacher before. Before they had entirely gotten over their shock, Flitwick was pointing to a pair of pickaxes resting against the dirt, beam-supported wall.
"You are to use these to mine the tungsten, and put it in that" - he pointed again - "cart over there. And remember: NO MAGIC! I will know if you do not follow this rule." And with that, Flitwick left them alone at the end of the corridor. This proved to be a mistake, for Sirius and Alice quickly began to snog.
Flitwick, did, however, check up on them after a couple of hours, and the pair broke apart rapidly. "Hmm…" he mused suspiciously, "I don't see any tungsten in the cart."
"Er, terribly sorry sir, but we don't even know what tungsten IS," Sirius said, "let alone how to mine it."
"Oh, very well, I shall show you." Flitwick took Alice's pickax and proceeded to swing it at the dirt wall. But while his back was turned, Sirius and Alice began to snog again, with all the pent-up-passion of the past thirty seconds.
"Now," Flitwick began, "The important thing to remember about a pickax is how to say the word in Gobbledegook. It's bladvak, and coincidentally, it's the only word of the goblin language that Ludo Bagman knows." Flitwick didn't notice what was going on behind him, nad soon left the snogging couple in peace.
When he came back a little later, and asked again why there was no tungsten in the cart, Sirius fobbed him off again, saying that they hadn't understood Flitwick's instructions. So Flitwick showed them again, and thus, the day continued that way, and so did every Saturday until the end of term
This fanfic's long enough, so on that lame note, I must say, THE END.