Miss Wooter was sitting in her chair, with her year three class on the carpet in front of her. They were in the same positions they always were – Dudley and his cronies were at the front, little Harry Potter was secluded at the back, with his nose in a book, and the other fifteen children were scattered between them, leaving a good metre between themselves and Harry. It was a Friday afternoon, with ten minutes until home time at three. The class was presently sharing week-end plans with each other and their teacher.
As normal, Harry Potter was completely absorbed in the book he read, but his teacher still got the impression that he was paying more attention than most of the class.
"Harry, what about you? What is your family doing this week-end?" asked his teacher. The boy in question sapped his head up and spoke in his regular, quiet voice, with a hint of embarresment.
"My Aunt is taking me to get my hair cut, coz she says it looks like a mess, miss."
"It wont make that rat's nest look any better, Freak!" Shouted his cousin Dudley from the othe side of the carpet. Harry went red, and buried his head once more in his book, the last few pages of The Horse and his Boy. Harry Potter read one book every week, but he never took them home, and whenever he was reading fantasy, he had a guilty look on his face. His teachers were perplexed by it. Harry read more than anyone in the school, and yet his reading diary was never signed at the end of the week!
Next Monday, Harry came into school looking exactly like he did on Friday if a little more shrunken. He had the expression of one who was in BIG trouble, but his cousin looked like the cat that got the cream. When Miss Wooter asked if he did go to the barbers, after asking what everyone else did on Saturday, he sunk into his chair and mumbled something about cupboards, freaks and hair growing.
Harry's bad mood only got worse over that week, and at lunch, he would wolf down his free lunch as if he hadn't eaten for days. Finally on Thursday, he had had enough and when Miss Wooter was 'being mean', her hair turned blue! Everyone in the classroom stared, and then they burst with laughter, and hysterical giggles could be heard from the infants corridor.
Narnia