Disclaimer: Bree is mine. The other character's belong to Rowling.
110. Not allowed to run down the hall screaming "It burns!" just because my clothes itch.
112. My wand is not a back scratcher.
- neither is Harry's broom.
113. Not allowed to demand that the house elves change laundry detergents, because I'm allergic.
114. Not allowed to do a touchdown dance when Madame Pomfrey confirms that I am allergic to the laundry detergent.
Another school year had begun at Hogwarts, and of the new Gryffindor first years two students stood out. One was Harry Potter, the Boy-who-lived and recently the youngest Seeker of the century. The other was Bree Smith. A muggleborn whose family had recently moved to England from America. She stood out because of her accent and because she always appeared to be itchy.
The peace and quiet of the morning was ruined when Bree, a usually somewhat reserved student, ran through the halls screaming "It burns!" while scratching at her arms. This went on for ten minutes before Professor Snape stopped her, he found out that the reason for her distress was that her robes were too itchy. He promptly gave her a week of detention and told her to "Get used to it."
The next morning Hermione found Bree sitting on the edge of her bed, scratching her back with her wand.
"Bree! Stop that. Misusing your wand can be dangerous." Hermione scolded.
"Oh come on Hermione, nothing has happened." The blond girl responded without ceasing her actions.
"Your shirt is changing color." The bushy haired girl pointed out.
Bree looked down at her shirt, which had just changed from green to yellow, then on to pink. "Yes, yes it is. Want me to do yours?" she asked innocently.
Hermione just sighed in exasperation and walked away.
Later in the day, Bree, who had been prohibited from using her wand and a back scratcher by Professor McGonagall, was in the common room using Harry's Nimbus Two Thousand to scratch her back, when the Weasely twins walked in.
"Oi. You're the American" said the first twin. Bree couldn't tell them apart.
"Bree right?" inquired the second.
"Yeah." Bree answered quietly.
"You shouldn't be doing that." stated twin one as he grabbed the broom from her.
"If someone on the Quidditch team catches you" began twin two.
"You're in for it." finished twin one.
"But you two are on the Quidditch team." Bree responded.
Both twins nodded. "Yeah but we aren't about to lecture"
"the innocent victim of a prank."
"What prank?" Bree asked, blue eyes blinking in confusion.
"Well," began twin one "it's obvious that someone has put itching powder in your clothes."
"So we'll find them and get them back for you. After all no one pranks our fellow Gryffindors." stated twin two.
"Except for us that is." Both twins said simultaneously.
Despite the twins claim that she had been pranked, Bree was pretty sure that wasn't it. She realized that the problem was she was allergic the laundry soap. She figured this out because it had happened before, when her Mom had switched detergents. So she went off in search of the school laundry. That was where Professor McGonagall found her, arguing with the house elves. Bree was rather convinced that the detergent have given her a rash a wanted it changed. McGonagall escorted Bree to the hospital wing. Saying that the first year should have gone there first, before jumping to conclusions.
It turned out the Bree was allergic to the detergent. Bree's clothes would have to be washed separately from the other students. The news had caused the girl to hop out of the hospital and do what she would later call a "touchdown dance" while chanting, "I was right!" Madame Pomfrey forced her back into bed. Everyone was happy that the problem had been solved, expect for the twins, they had wanted to prank someone.
Not that funny, but allergys rarely are. Zombies on the other hand...
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