TriNymphs - Chapter Five - Sir! (Disclaimer on profile page)

So while Chelsea was off with Vampira, Melissa and Alexandria were at Hogwarts going to classes. Or at least, Lyssa was. Alex had ditched her Transfiguration class when Prof McGonagull had yelled at her for sleeping in class. So she said something very rude, and the Prof sent her to solitude, (meaning detention) or that's where she would have been if she hadn't ditched on the way. She was currently sitting under the tree next to the lake. Being bored out of her mind.

'...This is boring,' she thought, ' ...there's nothing to do ...why doesn't anything interesting happen here? It's a goddam school of magic... I miss Skye,' Skye was a neighbour of the Malfoys, and Alex's best friend. Her family were muggles, but very rich and important. Not to wizards of course, just to other muggles.

Thinking of her friend reminded her of a game they used to play. They called them randomness wars. How the game is played, is you take turns saying random, made up words. Whoever gives up first, loses. Alex started to play the game in her head, out of lack of anything better to do.

'...Garle ...Freedge ...Fertgle ...Jahmen ...Schreen ...Kleenster...

Five minutes later, just as Alex was starting to give up and mentally complain about how bored she was again, she disappeared off the Hogwarts grounds in a flash of yellow light with purple polka dots.

'That was stupid,' thought Alex, 'I mean purple polka dots!?' How very five-year-old. Whoever just flashed polka dotted lights in my eyed has some damn serious problems,' As you may have been able to tell, she hadn't noticed she had disappeared from Hogwarts, so she continued her tirade, 'either that or they have no social life, and a pretty sad amount of free time to make a light like that,' And so she continued, but we'll skip that for now.

'Uhm, sir?'

'What is it Johnson?'

'There was an apparation into a muggle arcade in Whales.'

'In front of the muggles!?!'

There was a man in the ministry who had been dubbed as 'Sir' to all employees, even some of the people with a higher position then him. Yes, that was how scary he was. He was kind of a foreman. The foremen did rounds around all the departments, currently Sir was at the improper use of magic department, with an angry red face and a twitching eye.

'Also, the witch who apparated there is only eleven, from our records she hasn't learnt to apparate, she's a Slytherin first year at Hogwarts.' Continued Johnson.

Oh, look, a vein in his forehead is popping. If Johnson had been paying any attention to his foreman, he would have been one of two things. Scared into the foetal position, hyperventilating, or in the foetal position, holding his sides from overdose of laughter. Then, in an icy tone that indicated that your death would be very soon and very painful if he didn't like what you said next, Sir hissed, 'So how do you think she learnt to apparate, and why didn't those useless-ass muggles notice someone apparently popping into existence next to them? Hm?'

At this tone, Johnson turned to face sir, and effectively moved into the foetal position in record time. Sir didn't like weird things, unless they turned out to be good for him.

'I ...Umm ...Err ...Uh ...I-I don't know ...Where she ...learnt ...that ...Sir. And... May-maybe ...the muggles are just ...Uhm ...stupid?'

Unfortunately for Alex, the ministry wasn't the only mass organization that had learnt of this phenomenon.

And unfortunately for Sir, judging for which organization it was, there was no way that this would turn out well for him.