­­­Alright, quick update right? So…actually, there are only like three more chapters left to this story. Sucky I know.

So…this chapter is pretty much a filler. But hey, just wait until next chapter. Alas…the climax.

Hahaha


Chapter 9: The Consequences of Complementing Eyebrows

By kazooband


Ron shuddered and put away another folder. The event might have been two hours previous, but McGonagall's lecture was still ringing in his ears, far worse than anything Snape could have said. It was as though she'd spent the intervening time between when Ron was assigned detention and when he had to serve it thinking up a suitable speech to mark the occasion.

Never in all my days have I been a witness to such outrageous behavior!

She must not have been paying much attention to Fred and George over the past seven years, then.

You have besmirched the title of prefect!

It seemed to Ron that he'd been doing a lot of that lately. Laura McGrievy, though, seemed to have a perfect record, even though it was massively out of order. Maybe she'd make a good prefect. She had plenty of time to spare herself, though; she was only a second year.

As Ron slid the folder back into place he sighed and looked up at the cabinets he had left to organize. He was afraid to look back at those he had already finished, knowing that their numbers would pale in comparison to the work he had left to do. At this rate he would be here all night and most of tomorrow.

When McGonagall told him he'd be organizing the student records, he thought he'd gotten off easy. After all, there couldn't be more than five hundred students in the school. Even though McGonagall told him he couldn't use magic, he'd figured that he would be done with time to finish his charms essay. What he hadn't counted on was the thousand years' worth of students who had already graduated. He would come upon pockets of them at intervals and their old and yellowing parchment would crumble and wither at his touch as he carefully transported them back to their appropriate cabinets, only to discover that they were even more disorganized than the cabinets devoted to current students. One such file had practically disintegrated at McGonagall's feet. She'd repaired it calmly but Ron spent the next hour and a half quailing under her stern gaze. Regrettably, it was during this time that Ron came upon Draco Malfoy's file, and all hopes of altering, misfiling, or destroying it were thwarted.

A little after midnight, McGonagall announced that she was leaving, but Ron was to continue working until he was finished or she came back and told him he could leave. Ron's expression must have been a little too hopeful for her eyebrows crinkled up in suspicion and she locked the cabinets containing the records of current students before she left.

Ron groaned and twisted, inspiring a series of pops all along his spine, before he returned to his dull work. Now that McGonagall was gone, there was no one to make sure that he wasn't using magic. He gave some thought to devising a magical way to finish his task faster, but he couldn't think of any spell intended for organizing papers, and he didn't want to experiment too much and risk causing even more work for himself. However, with no one around, now was the perfect time to see if Fred and George's advice was worth anything. Ron pulled out his wand, imagined himself asleep in bed, and performed the spell. A silver butterfly appeared and Ron glared at it accusingly as he sifted through the file cabinets until it finally gave up and flew away. He conjured one patronus after another until the air was filled with butterflies of various sizes, but no bears, tigers or deer were to be found. At this point, Ron would have settled for anything besides a butterfly, even a poodle. Well, maybe not a poodle. Angrily, he stuffed his wand back in his pocket, shoved the last cabinet closed, and left, sucking at a paper cut.


Yah…I can't wait until next chapter. It's really really really funny.

Heehee.

Replies:

Captain Cheese and Dommit: You know, I would love candy in a seed myself. You know. Candy . His patronus is very silly. Oh…and as a reply to your chapter seven review, no one but malfoy knows what his patronus is, and he's trying to not tell them by doing what malfoy says because he is getting black mailed. Are you still confused?

Amberhawk: Oh dear…a mild seizure. That's horrible. And creepy. Wow…your brother is scary. Ah…llamas. I like llamas. And ducks too.

Salma-sol: lol indeed. Yes…quite random. But hey…you know me. I get really random.

Silver-star-0: I have no idea what they'll think of next. And yes…very pointless indeed. Hahaha.