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Lee Jordan: Classroom Commentator Extraordinaire
The ramblings of a Quidditch Commentator.
The sky is clear and weather is perfect, but where do Quidditch fans find themselves right now? Slaving away in the terrible depth's of Professor Fert's beginner's class to Muggle Studies.
I, the insanely gorgeous Lee Jordan, am here to report to you the horrors of muggle studies. As you know, the goal of this game is to obtain the best grade possible while doing the least amount of work as you can. The charming, dapper, and ever handsome Lee Jordan will most certainly come out victorious of this goal.
Ten students have enrolled into this class. Let's give them a round of applause for their stupidity! Jordan, Gacka, Holati, Towler, Grain, Maines, Johnson, Henry, Hedan, and Kaber!
Professor Fert's reluctantly gets off his fat arse and passes out workbooks to class members. Students hesitantly open the cover as if expecting to see a slytherin in a bikini inside. One of the stunning Quidditch chasers, Angelina Johnson, tosses a journal and hits a slightly dazed, yet still devilishly handsome, Lee Jordan in the head. To save the poor fellow embarrassment, let's just pretend that instead, he caught it with ease… And was still devilishly handsome.
Johnson titters and opens up the workbook. I, Lee the Magnificent, laugh at the first page. Apparently we are supposed to be excited over this course, though I beg to differ! I'd rather have a class about bushes. I like bushes. They're easier to get along with than muggles. I shouldn't have ever agreed to take this class.
On the contrary, it seems as if Gacka and Maines are excited. Seems as if they are clawing each other in order to claim one of the books, though they are as identical as the Weasley Twins. Well, I guess they're not as identical now that one of the books has been ripped in half.
Professor Ferts suddenly looks up and stares at me and I stare back, wanting to win the staring contest. Surely my dashing looks shall vanquish that bag of dung they insist to call a teacher!
The dashing Lee Jordan has failed and received a detention slip. Stupid git.
How can I comment on such a boring class! Maybe I should dance on the tables or something… Get this place more lively…
The dashing Lee Jordan has once again received a detention slip.
Lee Jordan makes the stunning conclusion that it would be much more interesting to replay the events that took place earlier! What a stupendous idea!
Johnson, Jordan the Magnificent, Bell, Spinnet, Weasley, and Weasley are at the Gryffindor table! George Weasley slips one cockroach cluster within the cereal of Quidditch fanatic Oliver Wood, and the unknowing keeper takes a heaping spoonful, gagging on the foul item!
"That's for all the extra quidditch practices!" George shouts at the gagging quidditch captain. Lee Jordan and Fred Weasley let out respective hoots of laughter while the ladies of the table glare with annoyance. Oh, please! Wood's not that handsome!
Speaking of handsome, I run my hand down my dreads and turn towards Spinnet, Bell, and Johnson, a suave smile on my face. To my surprise, after I ask each girl if they wanted the pleasure of joining me on the first Hogsmeade visit of the year, Spinnet chokes on a piece of toast and starts laughing, Johnson rolls her eyes, and Bell throws a piece of toast at me. Oh, yeah. They want me.
Bell begins to leave her table. The handsome Lee Jordan hurls a muffin at her face. Only returning the favor.
Angelina Johnson leans over and begins to read what Lee Jordan is writing on this paper. She asks why I talk about myself in third person
"Oh, Angelina!" Lee Jordan replies. "With a name as gorgeous as mine, you have a need to say it as often as possible!" She gives me an unbelieving book and tells me that she thinks I do it so I won't forget what my name is. Silly Angelina. How could I ever forget a name of a person as attractive as Lee Jordan?
Johnson returns to her workbook. Perhaps I should do as well. Actually, I think I'll just copy what Angelina wrote down.
I just looked at what she wrote. On second thought, I don't think that's such a great idea.
Perhaps I shall give in to the powers of school work for now. This is the dapper, handsome, attractive, striking, amazing magnificent, and very good-looking Lee Jordan, signing out.
Chapter 3: George Weasley