Harry Potter and the Song of Light
Disclaimer: I don't own HP. I do own Pipey.
A/N: Well, not exactly an A/N, because Grim Reaper here. I sincerely apologize for my colleague's tendency to write Mary Sues/Gary Stus, plot holes, and OOC. Please don't hold it against them or me. Thank you.
Chapter 2: Of Half-breeds and Half-wits
Professor McGonagall was teaching Transfiguration, as usual. Class was running smoothly, so on and so forth. Then, a disruption arrived in the form of Pipey, trilling away at her odd little pipes. She skipped in, seated herself on a window ledge, and sat there expectantly. Professor McGonagall stopped only for a moment, then continued the lesson. Suddenly, Hermione's hand shot up. Professor McGonagall sighed. What she could possibly want this time? Can't i just once get through a class with out being disrupted? "Yes, Hermione?"
"Professor, I was wondering, did you ever figure out exactly what Pipey is?" Hermione asked curiously.
"No, that has been a mystery. She seems like no creature mentioned in any of the books. She has several features that are horse-like, yet we can not pinpoint her race yet," the professor told the disappointed girl. Hermione sighed. Harry could tell she was up to something.
"You probably can't figure out what it is because it's not purebred. It's probably a half-breed." Draco Malfoy blurted out. Pipey, who had been quietly playing her pipes and not bothering anyone, looked up. Her strange green eyes flared angrily, and she hopped off the window ledge, quivering with indignation. Harry rather hoped she was going to punch Malfoy, but Pipey seemed to barely get her anger under control. She sat back down again, and took a piece of paper out from a pocket in her pants. She doodled something on it, then began folding it into a paper airplane. She threw it in Malfoy's direction. Harry got a glimpse of the picture. It was a drawing of a stick figure Malfoy, with pink hair.
"Why I'm going to..." Malfoy threatened, but he got no further than out of his chair. He fell flat on his face, much to the amusement of the whole class. Somehow, his shoelaces had gotten tied together. Harry looked up at Pipey, who winked at him and then skipped out of the room playing a triumphant little ditty.
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