Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. This fanfic was only made in jest.
The girl gave off an aura of dottiness.
Perhaps it was the fact that she had stuck her wang behind her left ear for safekeeping, or that she had chosen to wear a necklace of Butterbeer corks, or that she was reading a magazine upside-down.
'Never mind,' said Ginny bracingly. 'Look, we can easily get rid of all this.' She pulled out her wang.
He threw his wang down onto his bedside table, pulled off his robes, stuffed them angrily into his trunk and pulled on his pyjamas.
Ron appeared in the doorway. His wide eyes travelled from Harry, who was kneeling on his bed with his wang pointing at Seamus, to Seamus, who was standing there with his fists raised.
Seamus got his wang out, repaired the bed hangings and vanished behind them.
'The ingredients and method – 'Snape flicked his wang – 'are on the blackboard. You will find everything you need –'he flicked his wang again –'in the store cupboard.'
He stuffed his wang back inside his bag and slumped down onto his seat, watching everyone else march up to Snape's desk with filled and corked flagons.
'Wangs away and quills out, please.'
Many of the class exchanged gloomy looks; the order 'wangs away' had never yet been followed by a lesson they had found interesting.
Harry shoved his wang back inside his bag and pulled out quill, ink and parchment. Professor Umbridge opened her handbag, extracted her own wang, which was an unusually short one, and tapped the blackboard sharply with it.
He held out the note from Professor Umbridge. Professor McGonagall took it from him, slit it open with a tap of her wang, stretched it out and began to read.
'Wangs away,' she instructed them all with a smile, and those people who had been hopeful enough to take them out, sadly returned them to their bags.
'Reparo,' Harry muttered, pointing his wang at the broken pieces of china.