The Slytherin Swedes
By
Varg
(and US!)
Er, right...
Let's pretend Freddie and Lövis helped.
(HEY!)
Chapter Three
A/N: For everyone who has crazy friends! It's wicked so let's celebrate with a new chapter! And usually I don't speak with so many exclamation marks!
"Professor Lane first thing in the morning makes me loose my appetite." Sanna stared at the food on the table.
Petra swallowed before saying, "Just think of someone else and you'll be fine." Grumpily Sanna packed two toasts in a napkin and shoved them down in her bag.
"I've got to go. If I'm one minute late he'll have my head. If he even knows the clock that's it."
"We come too. I don't want to miss a minute of his funny lesson," Sanne said cheerily dumping her spoon in her bowl of porridge making it splash over Malcolm Baddock who was sitting opposite her. "Sorry!" He just growled and Petra laughed evilly at his smudged robes. They left hurrying towards the classroom and entered, placing themselves in the middle of the room. The three of them had always disliked the DADA professor. Sanna because of his stupidity, Petra because of his dumbness and Sanne because he had a ridiculous haircut. They did their best to annoy him in any way they could.
Sanna, being on top of the class kept asking questions Prof. Lane couldn't answer, knowing the answers herself. Petra was not far after in grades kept asking why is that and call the teacher foul names (Petra called everyone foul names, it was like nicknames to her but professor Lane was not used to it) and lost a lot of points that she and Sanna easily won back. Sanne on the opposite kept asking stupid questions enjoying how the teacher struggled to not be rude.
A new way of making the professor pissed was sending notes to each other in Swedish. Especially fun it was if he found them, which they made sure he did.
Now they were all sitting in the middle of his class stretched over the desks. Sanna had propped her head on her arm and dozed off. Petra rested her head on Sanna's shoulder sighing now and then and Sanne was doodling on her parchment.
"Sjögren!" Professor Lane called, already red in the face. Sanna looked up, her hair was standing up on one side and she had a red mark over her cheek where she had leaned it on her arm.
"Yes, Professor Lane?"
"You should take notes for the test like everyone else," Lane bellowed, Sanna's innocent behaviour was ticking him off.
"I already know everything you talk about, Professor Lane," Sanna said looking at the teacher with huge eyes. "It was my homework for today because I…disturbed during last lesson," she said dryly. Petra and Sanne snickered. It amused them greatly that Lane couldn't give the prefect detention and had to give her ridiculous assignments (an essay of thousand words on the life cycle of a flobberworm, anyone?).
Professor Lane just stared at her and Petra thought it was best to interrupt. Not that this wasn't fun but Sanne was going to suffocate herself if she kept trying not to laugh.
"Professor, what's going to be our homework?" The answer made her wish she hadn't.
"One scroll on the grindylogg's eerie nature. Due tomorrow. Because we hadn't the time since Ms. Sjögren here disturbed once again." Everyone shot the blonde prefect burning looks.
"Terribly sorry, Professor."
"Stuff it, Ms. Sjögren!" Here Sanne had to disappear beneath her desk to not laugh the professor in the face.
"Why can't he have a normal haircut? And why does he have to be dense? And why does this have to be so easy? How am I supposed to get a scroll without copying the book? Grindyloggs are so boring." Petra fumed as they were sitting in the library, struggling with the essay about grindyloggs.
"Do you mind?" Sanne said irritably, "I'm trying to work."
"Yeah, right. Like you care." Sanna cut in. Her essay was already finished since she had the talent of writing very long unnecessary sentences making it look like facts. It had earned her good grades in almost every subject even if Petra's were even better. Now she was pouring over an arithmancy project swearing now and then.
"Someone remind me why we're taking arithmancy?"
"Because it's the only fun subject," Petra said and threw her third failed attempt of an essay at Sanne.
"The only good thing about arithmancy is that Professor Vector likes me and gives me good grades anyway," Sanna told her friends in a very good imitation of Professor Lane's lecturing voice.
"Sanna, everyone gives you good grades because they like you," Petra answered and rolled her eyes. Sanna shrugged,
"Well, I don't mind."
"How can you not care? How're you supposed to get a work if you keep not caring?"
"Well, they take people for their grades don't they? How are they supposed to know that I got my grades from being a bit clever and have the great luck of being born blonde and blue-eyed? Hmm?" Sanna wriggled her eyebrows and ducked from Petra's fourth attempt of an essay. Sanne sniggered and gave up the thought of getting anything done.
"So, sweeties, what's on the schedule for the weekend?"
"Quidditch."
"Reading."
Her friends answered in chorus.
"AHHH, don't be so boring! And predictable! Can't we do something fun for once?"
"Are you trying to make us join you at some detention, forget it!" Sanna declared and leaned back in the chair.
"What's fun about detention?" Sanne wrinkled her nose. "No, I mean like terrorizing people...like we used to."
"Well, it was some time ago...People might be starting to forget who we are..." Sanna leaned back further and her eyes lit up. "You know, girls, I think I know something to make our and everybody's weekend rather...memorable." Three minutes later the Slytherin trio left the library with a really scary light in their eyes.
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