Disclaimer: There once was a little old man in a small village.
Unfortunately, the village did not have very good schooling, so the little
old man had grown up not knowing very much, but content with his life.
Sadly, the little old man also lacked common sense. Of course, common sense
wasn't very common in the tiny little village. However, this little old man
STILL knew (when a tourist asked him) that I am NOT JK Rowling!!
AN: I know! You are getting tired of hearing this, but OOPS!! Sorry, school is now over, but I've been loaded down with my sister's graduation stuff, and I got an idea for a new story, and I'm trying to battle all my ideas off until I finish this fanfic. I'm mostly writing at night before I go to sleep, so I'm not typing it on the computer. This means that it takes more time, because I hafta write it, THEN type it.... Well, enough of my excuses! Here we go! (To make up for it, it's longer than usual; still short, just longer)
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Shaylee sat on the tip of her desk in front of her 7th year DADA class, watching them put the finishing touches on their group projects.
It appeared that the group of Fred, George, Lee, and Scott was already finished, as they were huddled and discussing something in whispers.
She slid off her desk and quietly walked over to their group, where she put an elbow each on Fred and George's shoulders. "Anything I can help with, lads?"
Lee and Scott looked up at her guiltily while Fred and George grinned.
"Yeah, actually..." George paused and looked at her skeptically. "But, can we trust you?" Shaylee looked at him with her mouth open and her arms crossed. "Can you trust Fred?" she retorted.
George chuckled. "Good point."
Fred looked at him with a fake look of scorn on his face. Shaylee laughed and nudged him playfully.
"OK, what we're trying to do is get this," George pointed to a carefully drawn diagram of the Great Hall. " -over here." He slid his finger over. "Without anyone noticing," Fred added quickly.
"Ah, I know what you can do... Just--"
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Shaylee winked and gave the twins a thumbs up for good luck as they left.
When she went around to sit in her swivel chair, she noticed that not all the students had left yet.
Plopping down in her chair and propping her feet on her desk, she grinned amiably at Scott, who was standing in front of her desk.
"What can I get'cha, me lad?" Shaylee asked, tilting her head and winking in such a way that just screamed, 'Kiss me, I'm Irish'
Scott chuckled and blushed. "Well, firstly, may I call you Shaylee outside of class?"
Shaylee shrugged with a taunting smile. "Everyone else does."
"Alright, well then, Shaylee, can you do me a favor?"
"I can," replied Shaylee, stressing the last word.
"But will you?"
"It matters what it is," she answered smugly, taking her feet off of the desk and leaning forward.
Scott chuckled. "Well, would you please ask Professor Dumbledore if it is against the rules for a student to ask a staff member to the ball?" he asked, looking at her meaningly.
Shaylee blushed. "Well, I'd be pleased to check with him this afternoon at lunch."
"Great. Remember to tell me after you've talked to him."
"Of course, but right now, I believe both of us have a class to get to."
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Shaylee grinned as she skipped up the stairs and down the hall to the gym.
That Scott was so cute, and he had a great troublemaking personality. Plus, he was a great accessory to make Sevvy jealous!
She burst into the gym, where a room full of scattered, already dressed 5th years took her in.
"Sorry I'm late," she apologized, looking at Hermione, knowing she loathed tardiness. "I had to have a conversation with a student."
The fact that she'd just been "reprimanding" a student, seemed to lighten Hermione up a little.
"Anyway, today we're going to spend some time on the Muggle sport of volleyball."
There was, as always, a mixed reaction.
"We'll be playing with teams of nine, as there are 36 people in the class. There'll be two games going on. Luckily, there's just enough room for two games."
Shaylee went on, explaining the rules and rotations to a lot of confused witches and wizards.
Finally, she ssighed and said, exasperated. "OK, I'm just gonna split you into teams and the people who've played it before can explain it when you have problems." She seemed very annoyed and started assigning them to teams.
When she had assigned teams and positions, she waved her wand and there were suddenly two volleyball nets and a wall in between the two games to keep the balls on their sides of the gym. There was only a small break in the wall so that Professor Weasley could keep an eye on both games.
When she gave them the signal to start, there was complete silence as everyone stood there, staring at each other, confused.
"Erm, here... You serve, I think..." Hermione tossed the ball to Seamus, who was standing beside her in the serving spot.
"Uh, hehe... I've only done this once in my life..." Seamus held the ball away from his as if he were scared of it and awkwardly hit it over the net.
It jumped over the net and plopped down on the floor beside Ron, the players all following its movement with their heads.
"Uh, yeah. That's our point. Good job. Your turn to serve again!"
"GO IRISHMAN!!!!" screamed Shaylee from her watching spot. When people turned to look at her, she smiled and waved innocently.
Seamus' next serve went straight to Justin, who hit it right back, where it fell lamely right in front of Draco.
"Um, that's your guys' turn..."
Susan Bones took the ball and bounced it once to check for its quality.
"It's a Muggle born. Watch out..." someone on Hermione's team warned, as the team settled into comical "ready positions".
Unfortunately, the only chance they had against that serve was the lousy attempted volley of Seamus, Hermione and a Ravenclaw half and half.
After that, Susan had four aces and Padma Patil took over, and ended up sending the ball straight into the net. "Oops..." she said, sending the ball over to the other side, as they rotated, Hermione taking the serving spot.
Hermione squeezed the ball nervously and held it away. Her serve was clean and landed on the other side, after Blaise attempted to hit it, but only hitting Neville.
She received the ball again and sent it over to where Ron was, accidentally hitting him on the head. Luckily the ball bounced off his head and landed on the floor.
When they turned around to ask Professor Weasley if it was legal, she was too doubled over with laughter to answer, so they just went on.
Hermione was also laughing when she got ready to serve again. Otherwise, she would have noticed that Draco was right in front of her, and she probably would have told him to duck.
Needless to say, she didn't, and the ball flew straight into Draco's head. Hard. "OWWWWWWWWW!!!"
There was more laughter. This time from everyone that wasn't in the Slytherin House. After all, it wasn't every day that you got to see the King of Slytherin screaming in pain.
Hermione's mouth was wide open. "Oh my God! I'm SOOO sorry!! Are you alright?" She moved towards him, but felt Ron's eyes on her and stopped.
The rest of the game was equally eventful, leaving them with many painful, but hilarious memories.
At the end of the class, Professor Weasley got them all together and told them, "I've learned one thing from this class; If you ever need some laughs, all you have to do is get a bunch of wizards and witches together for a game of volleyball."
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It was lunch time and Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting together, laughing about the previous PE class. "Yeah, and I swear, you could have heard the noise for miles!!" Ron joked, laughing about Draco's ailment, causing Harry to chuckle and nudge Hermione jokingly. Hermione blushed. "I didn't mean to, honestly guys..." she said, then quickly added, "--though it WAS hilarious..." They went on with their jibes, though Ron kept glancing up at Hermione with concern on his face.
Shaylee walked in the Great Hall through the door behind the High Table, and walked, happily humming, past her seat to where Dumbledore was chatting with Flitwick.
She waited until he looked up at her and beamed. "Yes, what can I do for you, Professor Weasley?"
She grinned chummily. "Well, I had a student come up to me today and ask me a question, and I need to check with you about it."
"I'm listening."
"He wanted to know if a student could ask a staff member to the masquerade ball."
"Ah..." Dumbledore looked perplexed as he leaned back in his seat with his hands folded. "Well, Shaylee, I assume you're talking about Mr. Ellis here..."
"Yes."
"Well, under any other circumstances, I would have to think long and hard about this, but I think that right now, it is best if Scott builds his relations with the students first. Do you understand?"
"Alright. That's fine."
"Besides, I think you have someone else vying for your attention," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye as he looked at her knowingly. Shaylee blushed. "Well, I don't know how that will turn out. He's so stubborn, Headmaster!"
Dumbledore smiled. "Ah, but I believe you can break him of that, Shaylee!"
They shared a private grin, then Dumbledore said, "Well, be on your way! And if you have any romance problems, you can always come to me! That's what our younger teachers always do! I haven't had any good counseling sessions in a while now!"
Shaylee grinned and walked over to her seat by Snape. "Hi Sevvy," she said coyly as she plopped down on her chair.
"Good afternoon, Shaylee." Shaylee smiled at his use of her first name. "What was it that you had to discuss with Professor Dumbledore?"
Shaylee grinned as a plan formulated in her head. "Oh, I was just asking him something for our charming Mr. Ellis down there at the Gryffindor table."
Snape frowned and said sarcastically, "Oh, do tell..."
"Well, he wanted to know if he could ask a staff member to the masquerade."
All of Snape's movement ceased. "And what did he say?"
"Oh, he said that Scott needed to develop student relations first..."
"Dumbledore's a wise man," Snape said, with a bit of relief in his voice.
"Yes, he is... Now, I only have one problem..." She sighed.
"And what might that be?"
"Getting a date to the ball, of course!"
Snape averted his eyes as he faked a snicker and said sarcastically, "Good luck."
"Well, thank you!" Shaylee said as she stood up gracefully and headed towards the Gryffindor table, Snape's eyes following her.
Shaylee bounced down the steps, perfectly aware that Severus' eyes were on her. She stopped behind the group of Lee, Fred, George, and Scott who were laughing at something.
Scott turned around at her and grinned. "Well?"
Shaylee sighed. "He said you needed to develop relationships with students first."
"Oh." Scott frowned, then smiled. "Well, that's alright! I can get one of my friends from my old school to go if I can't find anyone."
"Good." She grinned, then looked around to make sure no one was watching, then leaned down to address her cousins. "Are you doing it today?"
"Nah. Tomorrow. It isn't quite ready yet."
"OK. Give me a signal when you're ready, and I'll move to the other side of the Hall."
"No!" Fred seemed a little anxious.
"It's alright. Nothing will get on you," George assured, glaring at Fred.
"OK...." Shaylee stood up, looking at them a little warily.
"Go ahead and sit down. We want everything to look as normal as possible," Lee added.
Shaylee nodded. "Understandable. Well, I'll see you guys." Shaylee walked back to the High Table, looking a little perplexed.
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Thanks to my awesome reviewers! I'm almost to eighty! Yay!!! The eightieth reviewer gets a surprise! ^_^ Unfortunately, because ff.net isn't agreeing with my computer right now, I can't get to my reviews at this moment, but the reviewers for chappy 14 will be thanked personally in the next chapter! Thank you all! I love you and I couldn't write without you!
AN: I know! You are getting tired of hearing this, but OOPS!! Sorry, school is now over, but I've been loaded down with my sister's graduation stuff, and I got an idea for a new story, and I'm trying to battle all my ideas off until I finish this fanfic. I'm mostly writing at night before I go to sleep, so I'm not typing it on the computer. This means that it takes more time, because I hafta write it, THEN type it.... Well, enough of my excuses! Here we go! (To make up for it, it's longer than usual; still short, just longer)
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Shaylee sat on the tip of her desk in front of her 7th year DADA class, watching them put the finishing touches on their group projects.
It appeared that the group of Fred, George, Lee, and Scott was already finished, as they were huddled and discussing something in whispers.
She slid off her desk and quietly walked over to their group, where she put an elbow each on Fred and George's shoulders. "Anything I can help with, lads?"
Lee and Scott looked up at her guiltily while Fred and George grinned.
"Yeah, actually..." George paused and looked at her skeptically. "But, can we trust you?" Shaylee looked at him with her mouth open and her arms crossed. "Can you trust Fred?" she retorted.
George chuckled. "Good point."
Fred looked at him with a fake look of scorn on his face. Shaylee laughed and nudged him playfully.
"OK, what we're trying to do is get this," George pointed to a carefully drawn diagram of the Great Hall. " -over here." He slid his finger over. "Without anyone noticing," Fred added quickly.
"Ah, I know what you can do... Just--"
~*~*~**~*~*~
Shaylee winked and gave the twins a thumbs up for good luck as they left.
When she went around to sit in her swivel chair, she noticed that not all the students had left yet.
Plopping down in her chair and propping her feet on her desk, she grinned amiably at Scott, who was standing in front of her desk.
"What can I get'cha, me lad?" Shaylee asked, tilting her head and winking in such a way that just screamed, 'Kiss me, I'm Irish'
Scott chuckled and blushed. "Well, firstly, may I call you Shaylee outside of class?"
Shaylee shrugged with a taunting smile. "Everyone else does."
"Alright, well then, Shaylee, can you do me a favor?"
"I can," replied Shaylee, stressing the last word.
"But will you?"
"It matters what it is," she answered smugly, taking her feet off of the desk and leaning forward.
Scott chuckled. "Well, would you please ask Professor Dumbledore if it is against the rules for a student to ask a staff member to the ball?" he asked, looking at her meaningly.
Shaylee blushed. "Well, I'd be pleased to check with him this afternoon at lunch."
"Great. Remember to tell me after you've talked to him."
"Of course, but right now, I believe both of us have a class to get to."
~*~*~**~*~*~
Shaylee grinned as she skipped up the stairs and down the hall to the gym.
That Scott was so cute, and he had a great troublemaking personality. Plus, he was a great accessory to make Sevvy jealous!
She burst into the gym, where a room full of scattered, already dressed 5th years took her in.
"Sorry I'm late," she apologized, looking at Hermione, knowing she loathed tardiness. "I had to have a conversation with a student."
The fact that she'd just been "reprimanding" a student, seemed to lighten Hermione up a little.
"Anyway, today we're going to spend some time on the Muggle sport of volleyball."
There was, as always, a mixed reaction.
"We'll be playing with teams of nine, as there are 36 people in the class. There'll be two games going on. Luckily, there's just enough room for two games."
Shaylee went on, explaining the rules and rotations to a lot of confused witches and wizards.
Finally, she ssighed and said, exasperated. "OK, I'm just gonna split you into teams and the people who've played it before can explain it when you have problems." She seemed very annoyed and started assigning them to teams.
When she had assigned teams and positions, she waved her wand and there were suddenly two volleyball nets and a wall in between the two games to keep the balls on their sides of the gym. There was only a small break in the wall so that Professor Weasley could keep an eye on both games.
When she gave them the signal to start, there was complete silence as everyone stood there, staring at each other, confused.
"Erm, here... You serve, I think..." Hermione tossed the ball to Seamus, who was standing beside her in the serving spot.
"Uh, hehe... I've only done this once in my life..." Seamus held the ball away from his as if he were scared of it and awkwardly hit it over the net.
It jumped over the net and plopped down on the floor beside Ron, the players all following its movement with their heads.
"Uh, yeah. That's our point. Good job. Your turn to serve again!"
"GO IRISHMAN!!!!" screamed Shaylee from her watching spot. When people turned to look at her, she smiled and waved innocently.
Seamus' next serve went straight to Justin, who hit it right back, where it fell lamely right in front of Draco.
"Um, that's your guys' turn..."
Susan Bones took the ball and bounced it once to check for its quality.
"It's a Muggle born. Watch out..." someone on Hermione's team warned, as the team settled into comical "ready positions".
Unfortunately, the only chance they had against that serve was the lousy attempted volley of Seamus, Hermione and a Ravenclaw half and half.
After that, Susan had four aces and Padma Patil took over, and ended up sending the ball straight into the net. "Oops..." she said, sending the ball over to the other side, as they rotated, Hermione taking the serving spot.
Hermione squeezed the ball nervously and held it away. Her serve was clean and landed on the other side, after Blaise attempted to hit it, but only hitting Neville.
She received the ball again and sent it over to where Ron was, accidentally hitting him on the head. Luckily the ball bounced off his head and landed on the floor.
When they turned around to ask Professor Weasley if it was legal, she was too doubled over with laughter to answer, so they just went on.
Hermione was also laughing when she got ready to serve again. Otherwise, she would have noticed that Draco was right in front of her, and she probably would have told him to duck.
Needless to say, she didn't, and the ball flew straight into Draco's head. Hard. "OWWWWWWWWW!!!"
There was more laughter. This time from everyone that wasn't in the Slytherin House. After all, it wasn't every day that you got to see the King of Slytherin screaming in pain.
Hermione's mouth was wide open. "Oh my God! I'm SOOO sorry!! Are you alright?" She moved towards him, but felt Ron's eyes on her and stopped.
The rest of the game was equally eventful, leaving them with many painful, but hilarious memories.
At the end of the class, Professor Weasley got them all together and told them, "I've learned one thing from this class; If you ever need some laughs, all you have to do is get a bunch of wizards and witches together for a game of volleyball."
~*~*~**~*~*~
It was lunch time and Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting together, laughing about the previous PE class. "Yeah, and I swear, you could have heard the noise for miles!!" Ron joked, laughing about Draco's ailment, causing Harry to chuckle and nudge Hermione jokingly. Hermione blushed. "I didn't mean to, honestly guys..." she said, then quickly added, "--though it WAS hilarious..." They went on with their jibes, though Ron kept glancing up at Hermione with concern on his face.
Shaylee walked in the Great Hall through the door behind the High Table, and walked, happily humming, past her seat to where Dumbledore was chatting with Flitwick.
She waited until he looked up at her and beamed. "Yes, what can I do for you, Professor Weasley?"
She grinned chummily. "Well, I had a student come up to me today and ask me a question, and I need to check with you about it."
"I'm listening."
"He wanted to know if a student could ask a staff member to the masquerade ball."
"Ah..." Dumbledore looked perplexed as he leaned back in his seat with his hands folded. "Well, Shaylee, I assume you're talking about Mr. Ellis here..."
"Yes."
"Well, under any other circumstances, I would have to think long and hard about this, but I think that right now, it is best if Scott builds his relations with the students first. Do you understand?"
"Alright. That's fine."
"Besides, I think you have someone else vying for your attention," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye as he looked at her knowingly. Shaylee blushed. "Well, I don't know how that will turn out. He's so stubborn, Headmaster!"
Dumbledore smiled. "Ah, but I believe you can break him of that, Shaylee!"
They shared a private grin, then Dumbledore said, "Well, be on your way! And if you have any romance problems, you can always come to me! That's what our younger teachers always do! I haven't had any good counseling sessions in a while now!"
Shaylee grinned and walked over to her seat by Snape. "Hi Sevvy," she said coyly as she plopped down on her chair.
"Good afternoon, Shaylee." Shaylee smiled at his use of her first name. "What was it that you had to discuss with Professor Dumbledore?"
Shaylee grinned as a plan formulated in her head. "Oh, I was just asking him something for our charming Mr. Ellis down there at the Gryffindor table."
Snape frowned and said sarcastically, "Oh, do tell..."
"Well, he wanted to know if he could ask a staff member to the masquerade."
All of Snape's movement ceased. "And what did he say?"
"Oh, he said that Scott needed to develop student relations first..."
"Dumbledore's a wise man," Snape said, with a bit of relief in his voice.
"Yes, he is... Now, I only have one problem..." She sighed.
"And what might that be?"
"Getting a date to the ball, of course!"
Snape averted his eyes as he faked a snicker and said sarcastically, "Good luck."
"Well, thank you!" Shaylee said as she stood up gracefully and headed towards the Gryffindor table, Snape's eyes following her.
Shaylee bounced down the steps, perfectly aware that Severus' eyes were on her. She stopped behind the group of Lee, Fred, George, and Scott who were laughing at something.
Scott turned around at her and grinned. "Well?"
Shaylee sighed. "He said you needed to develop relationships with students first."
"Oh." Scott frowned, then smiled. "Well, that's alright! I can get one of my friends from my old school to go if I can't find anyone."
"Good." She grinned, then looked around to make sure no one was watching, then leaned down to address her cousins. "Are you doing it today?"
"Nah. Tomorrow. It isn't quite ready yet."
"OK. Give me a signal when you're ready, and I'll move to the other side of the Hall."
"No!" Fred seemed a little anxious.
"It's alright. Nothing will get on you," George assured, glaring at Fred.
"OK...." Shaylee stood up, looking at them a little warily.
"Go ahead and sit down. We want everything to look as normal as possible," Lee added.
Shaylee nodded. "Understandable. Well, I'll see you guys." Shaylee walked back to the High Table, looking a little perplexed.
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Thanks to my awesome reviewers! I'm almost to eighty! Yay!!! The eightieth reviewer gets a surprise! ^_^ Unfortunately, because ff.net isn't agreeing with my computer right now, I can't get to my reviews at this moment, but the reviewers for chappy 14 will be thanked personally in the next chapter! Thank you all! I love you and I couldn't write without you!
