I recently found this fanfic that I wrote the first day of Spanish last year, almost a year ago. I figured I would post it now that I found it. I don't really know what I was thinking with this one, but oh well, I've written weirder (The Digidestined of Oz anyone? Haha). As was said in the summary, this is an all dialogue story.
Disclaimer!! I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I own the Mercedes Benz that is flashing next to this screen in a pop-up window.
Also! This is not the real name of my teacher, I never use the real names of people I know without their consent.
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"Spanish"
"English"
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"Señor Potter?"
"Yeah?"
"What is my name?"
"Shouldn't you know that, Professor—?"
"Señor Potter!"
"Sorry, uh...sen-or-ah Cotter."
"Señora."
"Sen-yor-ah."
"Bien. Señorita Granger?"
"Yes, Señora?"
"What color is my shirt?"
"Rojo."
"Bien, bien. Señor Weasley?"
"Eh?"
"Tell me your name."
"You know my name, Pro—"
"Señor!"
"Sorry, Pro—uh, sen-or-ah. Uh…yo mee lah-mo Ron."
"'Yo me llamo Ron,' Señor Weasley."
"But Prof—sen-or-ah, doesn't 'l' make a 'leh' sound?"
"Not in Español, Señor Weasley. Now, yo me llamo..."
"Yo mee lah-mo Ron."
"Señor Weasley—"
"Look, Professor, nothing against Spanish or anything, but I'm English, and we pronounce our 'l's as 'leh', not 'yuh.'"
"Nonetheless, Señor Weasley, this is a Spanish class and you will therefore abide by the rules of the Spanish language. Now, Señor, 'yo me llamo Ron.'"
"Yo may lah-mo Ron."
"...This is going to be a long year."
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This was basically my first day of Spanish class in a nutshell. This is the maturity level of the juniors (now seniors) at my high school, or the sixth years at Hogwarts, haha.
I hope you enjoyed! :D
Peace out.
Sadie.