A/N: Request chapters please! I promise I'll do them!
Another request from ChocolateIsKryptonite [I'm so glad I made you happy!]: #1: No matter how good a fake Australian accent I can do, I will not imitate Steve Irwin during Care of Magical Creatures class.
-PJatOgirl
Ah, Care of Magical Creatures. With Hagrid.
What a -dangerous- lovely class.
The boys and I listen with half an ear to our giant friend teach. Granted, we aren't as close to the hairy fella as the Golden Trio, but we like him well enough. Today we're working with the Skrewts. They aren't too big, but they've been growing and I don't really like the look of where they're going. Anyway, Hagrid suddenly bumps into and accidentally opens the box and one jumps out. The half of my brain that was paying attention is startled and the other half responds, "CRIKEY!", extracting smiles and laughs from the class. I go with it.
"Danger, danger, danger!" I say, especially because its running toward me. By a stroke of luck, I catch it with my dragonskin gloved hands and am able to keep hold of it. It's snapping and sparking, "What a ripper!" My Aussie accent is amazin'.
"Jones, put th' Skrewt down afore yeh get hurt." Hagrid tells me.
"The first Skrewt I ever caught was at fifteen years of age, and it was in class." I ignore him and pretend to be on camera. "My field is with magic creatures, hence your Skrewts, your thestrals, and your Nifflers. Crikey!" I yelp as the Skrewt squirms around and sparks directly at me.
"Emma Jones, please put th' Skrewt down an' stop it wi' yer accent."
"I'm a proud Australian, a very, very proud Australian, mate, don't just tell me ta stop talkin' Aussie!" I say angrily, forgetting in the moment that I am not, in fact, an Aussie.
Hagrid's frustrated in his slow, pleading way. "Emma, yer a Brit."
The Skrewt slips from my grip and falls to the ground. It takes the class a confused couple of minutes to get it back in the box. When it's recaptured, I decide to give it up, I've had enough adrenaline for the class period.
"Yeah, I'm a thrill seeker, but crikey mate, education's the most important thing." That gets a whole different kind of laugh, because everyone knows I could care less about my education. Hagrid changes the lesson plan for the day and we don't get out the Skrewts, so without even meaning to, mischief managed.