A/n- This chapter is all about Professor Fillius Flitwick. My genre is humor and my prompt is stuffed unicorn. At first, I considered asking for another character as Professor Flitwick just wasn't working for me. But I finally figure out something. I hope it goes how I want it to. Please enjoy.
Disclaimer: Again, I'm not nor will I ever be JK Rowling. Thanks :)
I was sitting in my office, waiting for the final bell to ring. My next period class was the most interesting class I had to teach. Not only was it full of Gryffindor and Slytherin sixth years, but it contained none other than four boys who were determined to make teaching a living nightmare. The Marauders were often pulling pranks and trying to entertain their classmates, which made my job rather difficult.
I entered my classroom; it was rather large with high tables that made a semi-circle around the front of the room. Due to my short height, I had difficulty seeing my students. After I had climbed upon my stack of books, I panted, trying to catch my breath. It was only when I could see the entire classroom that I noticed something was terribly wrong.
The desks had been replaced with giant stuffed unicorns. It was a bit of fancy transfiguring, I thought. The culprits weren't that hard to figure out. They were the only ones courageous enough to prank a teachers' classroom. I spotted them quickly, leaning against the back of the classroom. Even surrounded by innocent classmates, I could see their triumphant smirks.
"Black, Potter, Lupin, Pettigrew," I barked their names. Even when I had called their names, their smirks never faltered. "Explain this now!" I demanded, pointing to the oversized unicorns that lay in place of the desks.
Sirius ran his hand through his hair and turned his eyes on me. "What? We were just trying to get ready for the first years, Professor," he said innocently as possible.
I raised my eyebrow at the four sixth years. James spoke next, trying to justify their actions, "We thought the first years would love to see unicorns during lunch. They even signed up." He held up a list of names. I muffled a laugh; not understanding how first years would believe the Marauders in the first place. "We just never promised to show them real unicorns," a mischievous glint flickered in his eyes.
I should've known that they would do something like this.
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