You know about PopQuizzes? Well, in school I didn't have a PopQuiz, I had a PopEssay. I had to write a 3 page essay about something we didn't even learn about yet, and after that I went to math class and bombed a test. I got 33% on it. I was so pissed off. But I don't blame myself, I had to leave early both days when we were taught it.
It was also my birthday last Sunday, so yay. It's not like I was super excited, I usually forget how old I am and when my birthday is anyway.
I also watched Captain America : Civil War yesterday and I would like to say for the first scene w/ the car, I called it, I knew it.
C'mon everyone! Join the Like Yesterday train before it leaves without you~!
Like Yesterday Previously
Hermione raised her hand again. "Professor Dragneel? Why aren't you teaching us Magical History? You have been alive for over four thousand years, right?"
A bubble of snot coming from Happy's nose popped and he abruptly stood up. "Because Natsu's stupid!"
"That's rude, Happy!" Natsu yelled. "I just forget things, okay?" he turned back to Hermione. "What was your question again?"
Hermione just shook her head and sat down.
Like Yesterday
Great Hall
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were now dining with the other Gryffindors at lunch. It had been a week since they first got to Hogwarts. They had met many teachers over the past week, such as Professor Binns, the History of Magic teacher, who was actually another ghost. They only hadn't met Madam Rolanda Hooch, their Flying instructor at Hogwarts yet or Professor Heartfilia, the Astronomy teacher.
Many Gryffindors and Slytherin first-year students had been in a happy mood after the first Draconian class. The face their pink haired professor made, was absolutely supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
Only Harry, who knows that he is being written about, face-palmed because I, the author, misspelled absolutely and yet spelled supercalifragilisticexpialidocious correctly.
"Harry? Why are you face-palming?" Ron asked.
"Oh nothing," Harry replied.
FLASHBACK (TO DRACONIAN'S FIRST CLASS OF THE YEAR)
After Hermione had asked the question of Natsu not being the History Professor, Draco Malfoy had raised his hand.
"Sir, why do you have pink hair?" he said.
Natsu shot up from his black spinning chair and yelled out, "IT'S NOT PINK! IT'S SALMON!"
Happy had started to giggle childishly.
Harry, even with his now damaged ears, heard what he had said and thought about something. "Professor Dragneel? I assume you know Hagrid, then what color is his umbrella?"
Natsu looked at him lazily. "It's pink," He replied.
Harry shot at him again, "If I am not mistaken, I believe that they are the same colors."
"What? Prove it!" Mr. Pinky challenged.
The first years took a small little field trip to the small hut near the Dark Forest. Igneel's adopted son had kicked down the door.
*CRASSHHH*
The first years' eyes were now the size of dinner plates. They were not accustomed for someone to kick down someone else's door. But if Lucy had been there, she would have mumbled, "It's better you come through the door than the window..."
"Professor Dragneel? What're yew doin' here?" the giant named Hagrid had been sitting on a leather chair, being dwarfed by Hagrid's sheer size.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were the kids who stepped into the hut, Draco Malfoy and a few Slytherins had been too disgusted to walk into it. The other Gryffindors peaked inside.
Harry spoke up, not wanting to be rude to one of his first friends. "May I see your umbrella?"
Hagrid gave a confused look to Harry, but still took out his pink umbrella and placed it into E.N.D.'s outstretched hand. Natsu walked to a small mirror and put the umbrella next to his spiky pink, yet faded, locks. They were miraculously similar.
Neville Longbottom, the fishy-faced boy who had been peeking inside, spoke out, "They're the same color!"
Many students had begun to laugh, Natsu Dragneel's four thousand, four hundred year old argument about hair color had been proven invalid.
The remaining color drained from Natsu's face, making his pink locks stand out more. He dropped the umbrella to the wooden floor, and he turned back to his students.
They had now doubled over, dying of laughter, Draco Malfoy included. Natsu's jaw had dropped, his eyes were widened, and his eyebrows were now pushed slightly downward. Natsu's cheeks were pink while he tried to hide himself in his faded white scarf. Hagrid had even started to laugh.
Natsu, still keeping his expression, just walked back to the castle with students crying of laughter walking behind him.
FLASHBACK END (LUNCH AGAIN)
During the end of their mid-day meal, Harry, Ron, Fred and George had been distracted by a happy Madam Hooch almost bouncing off the walls after she heard they would finally have their first flying lessons today because of the clear weather.
Hermione and Lucy were in the same boat. Hermione was ready for the first Astronomy lesson while Lucy had loved to teach about the Zodiacs. Happy was strutting on the Professor's table, using it like a catwalk. Professor Snape curved his lips in an amused smirk, while Professor Quirrell was still looking at the cat like it was going to murder him in one second. Natsu was nowhere to be seen because the author forgot about him.
It seemed that the smell of onion didn't carry as well in the Great Hall, Harry was really happy about that, but when he went to his first Defense Against the Dark Arts, he wasn't happy at all, it was terrible. Even Draco Malfoy kept his hand by his nose during the entire class.
It was peaceful during their meal until loud screeching occurred.
"Blimey! Mail's here already!" Ron exclaimed.
Hundreds of owls came flying through the openings in the celling. They were all screeching and squawking, some singing their own tunes. A rather old looking brown owl was sweeping towards Ron, who was sitting with Harry and Hermione. It looked as if it was going to sweep gracefully and drop the mail… but it did the opposite.
The owl we already know as Errol had landed beak first into a bowl of potato chips. It stayed there for a few seconds until Ron had grown red from embarrassment and untied a small red ribbon carrying a newspaper from its leg.
All of the houses roared of laughter of the bird landing beak-first in the chips. (Gryffindors included). Errol flew away but not before hitting himself beak-first again on the ceiling.
Ron pushed the newspaper away to make way for him to hide his face in shame. Harry had only seen a few wizard newspapers so far, so he wanted to investigate them more.
"Ron," Harry said, "Can I borrow this?"
Ron garbled something that Harry took as a, "Yes."
Harry took off a small black ribbon, unraveling the newspaper. The main section read, ~Gringotts Bank Robbery?~ As Harry began to read more, he noticed a few special words that stood out to him. Those were '713' 'Robbery' and 'Opened earlier in the day'.
"Guys… look at this," Harry said as he motioned to the newspaper.
"~There was a robbery at Gringotts Bank one week ago. The vault in question, number 713 had been opened earlier in the day so the goblins say that nothing was stolen. Could this be one step leading into the fall of Gringotts bank? Or just a small mistake?" Read more on inside pages.~" Harry said.
Ron and Hermione had their mouths in an 'O' formation. Just the thought of someone breaking into Gringotts, the SAFEST wizard bank, made them afraid.
"Vault number 713 was the vault that Hagrid and I went to," Harry said, "And whatever Hagrid took out of it, was apparently "Top secret".
They were about to keep going with their conversation but were cut off by, "Whoa! Neville has a Remembrall!"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked up from the newspaper and to Neville, who was sitting in front of Hermione. The fishy-faced male was holding up what seemed to be a glass ball. Seamus was giving a little narration about the remembrall.
"Remembralls are actually quite expensive but not uncommon. Many wizards forget things so the remembrall was created. If the fog turns red, that means that you've forgotten something!"
Neville, who was holding the remembrall in his left hand, looked at the glass ball and saw that a red colored mist began to appear inside of it. "I can't remember what I've forgotten…" Neville began to put his face on the table and use his pale arms to hide his fishy face.
To Flying lessons w/ Madam Hooch
The first-years were now outside being lined up in two rows, each next to a broom. A grey haired, golden eyed woman was walking down the line in the middle of them.
"Good afternoon, class," Madam Hooch greeted.
The students had all remarked, at the same time, Good afternoon.
Once she got to the end of the row, she turned around on her heel and took a whistle out of her robe. "On my whistle, I want you to go to the left side of your broom, and with a firm voice say 'Up!'. Please wait for other instructions."
They did so.
Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, had gotten his broom to go into his hand the first time he yelled, "Up!" Hermione had just scoffed at him and after a few more tries had gotten the broom. Neville Longbottom and Ronald Weasley had both gotten hit in their faces when they tried to coax the broom into their right hands.
After every first-year had gotten their brooms, Madam Hooch, the Quidditch referee, began to say, "Next, you must mount the broom. Then make sure you have a nice firm grip because you don't want to go sliding off the other end. After that, I want you to hover in the air for a moment before coming down with a nice landing."
For Neville Longbottom, it was easier said than done. Neville was the first one to get on his broom. He started okay but once he tried to go back down… the broom started going crazy.
"Mr. Longbottom!" Madam Hooch scolded, "Get down from there, this instant!"
Neville, the boy who lives with his "Gran", had heard his teacher but was confused as to how to get down. His broom kept soaring into the air, getting closer to the Hogwarts castle with every passing second.
*BOOM, CRASH, WACK*
Neville's broom began to swerve uncontrollably until he eventually got thrown off and his robe got caught on a pole. The first-years stood dumbfounded as the black cloak belonging to Neville began to rip and tear until Neville came falling down back to the earth but now with a sprained wrist.
Madam Hooch came running to Neville and she cooed at his injury. "Everyone clear out of the way!" she said to the other first-years. "I don't want to see another broom in the air! If I do… you will be expelled."
Madam failed to notice a glass ball falling out of Neville's cloak. Shortly after, Draco Malfoy, the bully of the school, hastily ran to go grab the remembrall. Once he did, he held it up to the sun and examined it. No red colored fog had come out. Harry, who had been watching, yelled out, "Give the remembrall to me, Malfoy!"
The other first-years, in their black cloaks, black pants or grey skirts, long socks, grey sweater-vests over a white dress shirt, all looked at Harry with amazed expressions. Nobody yet had come to diss that Slytherin boy except for Harry.
The blonde haired kid just stuck his tongue out at Harry. "I won't give it to you…" he said as he began to mount his broom.
"Fine," Harry responded, also beginning to latch onto his broom.
"You're going to have to take it from me!" Malfoy began to fly with his broom, going high into the air.
Hermione pleadingly tugged on Harry's cloak. "Don't give him the satisfaction of you getting expelled!"
Harry just looked at her for a moment before flying into the air, after Malfoy. He soon began speeding up and expertly wacked Malfoy's broom.
"Give it back, Malfoy!" he threatened. "I will knock you off your broom and you'll fall to the ground!"
Draco, who didn't want to get a broken bone from falling fifty teet, threw the glass ball to one of the Hogwarts' windows, right to the strict Professor McGonagall's office.
Harry, who felt brave on his broomstick, began to race to catch the small glass object. He miraculously did it, and Minerva saw. Harry raced back down on his broomstick to the cheering first-years, while Malfoy, with a scowl, just threw his broom on the ground stomping back to Crabbe and Goyle, his two fat bodyguards.
"Mr. Potter!" the green loving professor began to walk through the grass to the first-years.
Harry became very scared. In the classes of the green cloaked professor, he learned that she was sharp eyed and very strict. He thought he might be expelled right on the spot, he didn't expect to be placed on the Gryffindor house Quidditch team.
Yet, there he was. Right in front of a brown haired male called Woods, the Captain of the Gryffindor house Quidditch team. Right outside of the onion smelling classroom called Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Quirrell.
"Mr. Woods…" Professor McGonagall had said, "I have found you a brand new seeker!"
Ron and Hermione as well as the other first-years had been surprised to see him at Dinner. They bombarded him with lots of questions. "Aren't you expelled?" was the most common one. That carried on for the rest of dinner until the bell rang. Their next class was Astronomy.
Astronomy was done during nighttime and only on specific days when the night was clear. So once the year was over, they never did that much work. But once they were in the summer, they had lots of essays to do. After all, Professor Heartfilia loves to write.
Astronomy w/ Professor Heartfilia
The first-years had crammed into Astronomy Tower when the time was 10:30 pm. It was filled with books, some about Astronomy while others were just random. There were maybe thirty dark oak desks and fifteen oak benches for the students (One bench for two students) and one large black desk for their teacher. Behind the black desk was a large button.
A woman with long blonde hair, black and red dress, with chocolate brown eyes was sitting on the chair behind the black desk. She didn't say anything until every Gryffindor and Slytherin first-year sat in their seats.
"Good evening," she addressed the class formally. "My name is Lucy Heartfilia Dragneel and I am your Astronomy teacher."
These aren't the normal size author notes. I cut them up after I posted the chapter. If you're reading this, you should stop and go to the next chapter. You're wasting time. Gosh darn it, why are you still here? Oh, you're the author? Okay.
100fl close.
Fixed chapter 1 and I added a short action sequence. That's my first one so I hope it was okay.
Have a nice day, week, Monday, night, afternoon, summer, morning everyone.
Bye.
