"Defense Against the Dark Arts? With Mad-Eye? Cool."
"Yeah."
The Funny Farm had just finished lunch and were eagerly awaiting what was heralded to be 'the awesomest Defense Against the Dark Arts class ever!'
"He can't be much better than Lupin. I mean, come on." Dean flicked a bit of dirt off his sleeve.
"Well, he's supposedly an ex-Auror," Katelyn replied.
"That should be pretty cool," Rachel said, adjusting her glasses.
"Oh, shut up," said Seamus, who was still stinging from the insult of being slapped by a girl. Much less his friend. She scowled at him.
"Oh, look, a drinking fountain!" Hannah said too cheerfully, trying desperately to dissolve the tension in the air.
"Good, we're thirsty." Katelyn grabbed Rachel's arm and marched her toward the porcelain-and-stone wall fixture.
"Oo, water!" Tanya said, bounding over, her wild blonde ponytail bouncing in time with her steps. She turned the knob on the side and sucked eagerly from the gentle spray of water that arched out of the gargoyle's mouth.
"Ugh, gross, Tanya's drinking monster upchuck," Dean said. Seamus laughed appreciatively, and Tanya backed away from the water fountain with a dignified expression.
"Ignore, ignore," Rachel sighed, and bent over to get a drink.
Suddenly, Seamus darted forward—and shoved Rachel's face under the water. She lurched backwards, coughing and sputtering.
"Are you okay?" Katelyn asked, horrified.
"Well," Rachel gasped, wiping her face, "a third of the water was sucked into my lungs. Another third got slopped down my front. The other third got up my nose. So…may I kill him now?"
"No Muggle violence," Hannah warned.
"No problem," Rachel snarled, and whipped out her wand.
Seamus realized the immediate and probably mortal danger he was in, and so took off down the hall towards the safety of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
"Amphibius Transfigurus!" Rachel cried, and pointed her wand at Seamus' retreating back. There was a flash of light, and when they looked down the hall, Seamus was nowhere in sight.
"Oh, shoot," Rachel said, going over and kneeling by the spot where he'd been. "I was so hoping he'd turn into a toad."
"What did he turn into?" Tanya asked fearfully.
Rachel picked something off the ground and held it up with a grin. "A frog!"
(A/N¡Valgame Dios! Or, if you don't speak Spanish, Great Scott! I didn't think it'd be this shamefully short.
What I (Sushi) listened to while typing: "Take You Back" by Jeremy Camp. "Yellow" by Coldplay. "Philosophers Drinking Song" by Monty Python (don't ask). "Ashokan Farewell" by Jay Ungar. "In the Blink of an Eye" by MercyMe. "Irish Washerwoman" by a group of bagpipes (go figure). "Knights of the Round Table" by Monty Python. "The Cuckoo's Nest" by Nickel Creek. (I have a lot of random stuff on my computer, I know.)