"Why is it?"
Hermione asked Lockhart frustrated, "That each time I come up
with an idea, it stinks!"
"It's not my fault you come
up with ridiculous ideas," Lockhart answered, before playing
with his hair, "And when would you like that batch of
autographs?"
Hermione turned away, "Forget the
autographs... do something..." Lockhart started playing with the
doorknob again, "Smart."
"Aren't I?"
So
naturally, Hermione decided to give him a sleeping
pill...
"You knocked out Lockhart?" Ron
asked joyfully, "I'm so proud of you!"
"Go
Hermione!" Harry exclaimed, "How about as a treat, you
don't need to show up for Bid-Itch practice today!" He smiled
falsely.
"Oh..." Hermione frowned, "You know what,
I really don't want to go, but the team needs me... I mean, after
all, I am the best..."
"You've been around Lockhart too
long Hermione," Hermione raised an eyebrow at Ron, "...And
I'm just fine with that!"
"Good, now Ron?"
"Yes?"
"Shut
up." As if on cue, the common room portrait flung open revealing
Colin with a flushed face.
"Guess what?" he asked the
room happily, "Guess who actually will be playing at the Great
Hall tomorrow at 7?" When the trio shrugged, he answered, "The
Badgers and Mushrooms, of course!"
"Oh..." said
Harry, feeling confused. He had never heard of a band like that. Was
it named in honor of Hufflepuff? Ginny had just arrived at that
moment. Harry looked around to see his friends' reactions. Hermione
wore a frown. Ron, a smirk. Ginny, a straight face.
"Yes I
heard," Ginny said, "But the Badgers and Mushrooms aren't
really a big deal..." Ron was snickering. "..As far as I
heard, they're also rather short tempered..." Ron cracked up
now.
"Ron, what is so funny?" Hermione asked.
"The
Badgers...are the band..." Ron subdued a laugh,
"They're...tiny."
"Tiny?"
"Yeah,
they're what two feet at the most?"
"The Badgers... and
the Mushrooms?"
"The Mushrooms..." Ron echoed,
"The badgers name their instruments mushrooms..."
The
trio along with Ginny cracked up.
"That's really not funny,"
said Colin, "They've got skills! They play guitars!"
"Here's
another thing," Ron snickered, "They play these boxes with
strings on them and they 'strum' them. They call that music! I call
that--"
"Watch it Ron!" Hermione warned him.
"Oh,
right, sorry."
"Well, we'll b late for Bid-Itch if we
don't hurry up. C'mon let's go..." Hermione
frowned.
"Here's how it works,"
Hermione said to her bored team, "The first tactic will be
called Chocolate Milk."
The team nodded slowly.
"This
new strategy requires all players, even the Center, to attack the
opponent's Center."
"That's it?" asked
Ginny.
"Right."
"Then why is it called Chocolate
Milk?"
"I was thirsty when I came up with the
strategy."
"Hermione," Ginny paused, "You're
crazy."
"Thanks Ginny," Hermione smiled
thoughtfully, "But my friends say I'm smart..."
"Yo,
captain!" Forge frowned, "Are we allowed to hit the Center
in the shins?"
"Well," Hermione said, "You
see, Malfoy's the Center. You can hit him anywhere as long as you're
positive you'll give him as much pain as possible."
"That
sounds very..." Gred paused, "Abnormal of you."
"Thanks,"
Hermione grinned, "But you could call me clever."
"How
will I live with myself?"
"Chocolate Milk..." Harry
snickered, as the team set off to try the strategy out.
