2.) NO MATTER HOW GOOD A FAKE AUSTRALIAN ACCENT I CAN DO, I WILL NOT IMITATE STEVE IRWIN DURING CARE FOR MAGICAL CREATURES CLASS
Care for Magical Creatures is a class that is…..one we tend not to pull pranks in. 90% of the time, there is some kind of dangerous creature. Despite Hagrid's constant reassurance that they are 'harmless' and 'won' hurt a fly' they are still scary. Today was different. It wasn't Hagrid teaching today. No, it was Professor Grubbly-Plank today. So, prank time.
Me and George had visited a Muggle library during the holidays and found out about this guy called Steve Irwin. He is an Australian wildlife presenter. Now seemed like a good time to display our knowledge of him. Professor Burbage would be so proud.
I leaned over to Fred and whispered a quickly formulated plan. A grin spread across his face and nodded his head. We waited until a question was asked and we put are hands up. A grimace was evident on Grubbly-Planks face before she nodded for us to answer. I went first.
"G'day mates, I'm Steve Irwin," I announced in a very good Australian accent. A couple of people, presumably Muggle-Borns, smiled or chuckled. Everyone else looked confused. Grubbs looked murderous.
"I'm a Muggle, Australian no less. Today we're learning about Kneazle. Now they seem like pretty boring creatures because, well, frankly they are. No offense to any kneazle lovers out there but they are just like cats in my opinion. "A few giggle had spread round the class. I motioned for Fred to take over.
"Now over here, we see a kneazle in its natural habitat. Its expression indicates it's ready to pounce," He was stage-whispering to add fake suspense. He crouched down so he was level with the kneazle. He was correct in saying it looked ready to pounce.
"He is such a beauty isn't he? His matted fur is an indicator-ouch!" A very Australian sounding shriek, followed by very Australian swearing came from Fred. The kneazle had pounced on him. The whole class was laughing, some (like me) were laughing so hard we were crying. All except Grubbly-Plank.
"McGonagall's office. Both of you. Now." That was that all she hissed out before she practically shoved us towards McGonagall's office.
"That was hilarious, we are so that again!" I laughing so hard, I had to stop for a second to breathe.
"Easy enough for you to say. You weren't the one who was pounced on by a kneazle," He grumbled before looking at me and bursting out laughing.
McGonagall sat staring at the two boys across from her. They had just finished telling her about what they had done in Care for Magical Creatures. Never in her days had she heard of something like this happening in any class. Well, except for the Marauders. That was the type of thing they would do.
"They were really good Australian accents as well. Would you like a demonstration?" She heard a loud cough before she put up her hand for silence.
"No matter how good of an Australian accent you have, you cannot pretend to be Steve Irwin during Care for Magical Creatures class. Do I make myself clear?" Both boys nodded in unison.
"Good. Now, you both have detention with Professor Grubbly-Plank for two weeks helping clean out the Owlery. Now of you go." Both boys turned to leave. As they went she would swear she heard one turn to the other and say "Yep, we're defiantly doing that again."