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Start of the Valley of Humiliation (for our cherub)
Well, reader, you can imagine the actions Snape took. Snape was furious at being photographed while (of all things) in the toilet.
He even confiscated the photos (save one, which Ginny had hidden for future).
After a week of detention, Hermione was seething mad. She raged at Ginny.
"Pickling rat brains!"
"I know."
"Sorting out the good worms!"
"I know."
"Making that foul stuff to pickle rabbit livers!"
"Okay, Hermione, I get the point."
"Slicing chipmunk toes and then pickling them!"
"Hermione…"
"TESTING POISON ANTIDOTES!"
"You had to do that?"
"STEWING BAT WINGS AND FROG HEADS!"
"Okay, okay…"
"PUTTING AWAY THE CHICKEN BEAKS!"
"Cool it, Hermione, it's not getting you anywhere; we still have a problem."
"AND WE STILL HAVE A PROBLEM!"
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So, Hermione was, um, not happy, shall we put it?
Sylvester was still not humiliated and they'd had a week of detention.
Not a good situation.
Ginny plotted some more—and some more. Finally…finally…
It never actually came to her.
Ginny was disappointed. All her best ideas had been used up!
Well, she thought, if I can't actually kick him out of Hogwarts, I can really irritate him.
Ginny smiled. She was good at that.
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Sylvester awoke the next morning to a bright, sunny day. Perfect. He grinned. He could make some more mischief. He opened his sock drawer to find his favourite socks missing.
Now Sylvester was mad. No one messed with the socks.
Oh look, there they were, on the chair. He unfolded them and started to pull them on. As he pulled them on, he noticed they were getting smaller and smaller by the minute.
How strange.
"Darn!"
The socks were small enough to fit a doll. "Humph!" Crossly, he threw them across the room. Unfortunately, they did not make a loud noise or break. Sylvester picked up a pillow to throw at the beautiful painting of the Lady of Shalott near the window. Hopefully, it would fall and smash. He drew back his arm…and…
Suddenly the pillow freed itself from Sylvester's grasp and began to beat him around the head and shoulders.
"AAH!"
The pillow smacked him in the face.
"STOP IT! AHH! AUNTIE MINNIE! HELP!"
He ran from the room.
Inside the closet, Ginny and Hermione smiled at each other.
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Harry draped a white sheet over his Invisibility Cloak, which was draped over Ron. Ron scowled under the two layers of cloth. "Ginny, do I have to do this?"
"Unless you'd like to persuade the Bloody Baron to chase Sylvester down the hallway."
"Fine."
Ron crept down the hallway to where Sylvester was standing. He was near the Great Hall's doors, examining the students eating breakfast. He'd finished his eggs and was bored.
Ron came up near Sylvester. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH! I'm the ghost of your past, and I'm coming for you!"
Sylvester turned pale, then laughed. "Even a student in a sheet won't scare me."
He pulled off the sheet. Due to the fact that the Invisibility Cloak was under the sheet, Sylvester saw nothing.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! AUNTIE MINNIE!"
Ron started to chase him. He pulled his wand from under the Cloak and muttered, "Wingardium Leviosa!"
Sylvester flew ten feet into the air. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH! HELP"
At this point, Trelawney came down the corridor. "THE SPIRITS!" she yelled and ran away.
"Oops," mumbled Ron.
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Eventually, Ron let Sylvester down. Sylvester was unusually subdued today, as Professor McGonagall noticed. She smiled wryly.
Now what on earth could have caused this change?
A/N: Any ideas as to what else Ginny should do? Please review.
