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Ernie Macmillan and the Philosophers Stone
Ernie was still stunned as he sat in English, trying to understand what Mrs McCann was saying. Something about verbs and adjectives used in everyday writing. Hogwarts had never taught any of this stuff and he was struggling to understand. Mrs McCann finished her talk to the class and put two young boys, Harry and Draco, on detention for falling asleep. She picked up a stack of sheets and began to hand them out just as the door banged open to reveal a flustered-looking young girl. She had long, wavy black hair and looked as though she may have been from India. Mrs McCann did not look in the least bit impressed at her untimely arrival.
"And where, may I ask, have you been?" she questioned but the girl simply rolled her eyes and said "Well obviously, I haven't been in class, if that's what you're asking" Ernie was shocked at how rude she was but Mrs McCann didn't seem to notice. She motioned for the girl to sit down and wrote her name on the blackboard, under the white line of Detention. The girl sat next to Ernie and pulled out her books and pencil case, oblivious to Ernie staring at her. When she finally did notice she snapped irritably "What the hell are you looking at?" Ernie looked away, embarrassed at being caught staring.
The lesson was rather awkward, during which Ernie learnt that the girls name was Parvati Patil and she was the leader of The Populars, or as the boy sitting on the other side of him, Severus Snape, referred to them, The Bitches. She only talked to him once after that, asking him if she could borrow his paper. Ernie knew that was cheating so he refused. She glared at him and asked Severus the same question. He looked over his hook nose and replied "Piss off" When the bell for lunch finally rang, Ernie was only too happy to get out of that classroom. He hoped he didn't have to go back there today.
Ernie sat on his own at lunch in the gym, where the cheerleaders were practicing their latest routine. Ernie was fascinated by this and was therefore surprised when the next bell rang, signaling period seven and eight. As he got up to go, a cheerleader walked up to him and said "Hey, my advice, don't tease Miss Finlay's choreography or she'll hunt you down and kill you "The guy grinned and walked off, leaving Ernie to wonder whether or not he was joking. The last class Ernie had for the day was Woodwork with Mr. Ashton. He arrived at J07 just as the class was going in, nearly walking smack-bang into Mr. Ashton himself.
Ernie was embarrassed but Mr. Ashton just laughed it off and walked into the classroom, assuming Ernie would follow. Ernie soon discovered that Mr. Ashton was a very easy-going teacher and had a great sense of humor, so long as you weren't doing anything wrong. The only time he got annoyed with a few people was when a boy named Aberforth and his twin brother Albus chased each other with sticky glue all over their hands. They also put it on the underside of the bench, resulting in Mr. Ashton having his hands glued to the bench. When the last bell rang Ernie felt kind of disappointed but he knew that he had this subject again the next day so he wasn't too upset.
He walked back out of the classroom and around the school, trying to find the exit gate. (A/N: It's not really that hard) He found Miss Wilson in the E block and she was able to direct him out of the school. But first she asked him how his day was and whether or not he was enjoying his time at Smeltings so far. He said that he was and bid her goodbye, heading for the green gates. Once out of them he didn't know what to do. He could go home but who would honestly want to go home when in his state? Ernie decided to go back into the Woodwork room and help Mr. Ashton finish cleaning. After all, it couldn't hurt to be nice to a teacher, now could it?
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Note: Mrs McCann really is one of my English teachers. Mr. Ashton is my Woodwork teacher as well. I couldn't have been bothered making up my own characters when the teachers at my high school already have so much character to them. But it really is a legend at out school that if any cheerleader misses practiceor forgets their uniform or if anybody teases their choreographythat Miss Finlay will hunt them down and kill them. Nobody believes it but nobody's game enough to test that theory. And we're not allowed to sit and watch the cheerleaders at lunch, if you want to know. Thanks for reading!