Chapter Two – What To Do When Your Owl Tries To Kill Your Teacher
A/N: More crazed ramblings from the quill of Dom Weasley! Please enjoy and I don't own ANYTHING. Except Gorilla.
First of all.
DON'T PANIC.
I'm a hypocrite.
I panicked.
But seriously. OK. I'll tell you the whole story. It's a riveting tale... STOP LAUGHING JAMES.
Sometimes I wonder why I'm friends with that boy.
So. I was sitting in Charms, innocently burning a feather quill I had 'borrowed' from The Egg the night previously, next to Kayla Wood and Sophie Moore, when Professor Flitwick came in.
I knew AT ONCE that something was wrong – because Flitwick's hat was torn and tattered, and his robes were pecked, and there was a ball of grey fluff whizzing round his head.
"Oh no," I whispered.
"A little help here, please?" Flitwick toddled to the front of the crowd, batting around at Gorilla. I leapt to my feet, vaulted the desk, and ran to help the teacher.
I'm a good student.
"GORILLA!" I screeched. "SCAT! PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!"
You know, spells like that really shouldn't work on owls.
Gorilla's seriously weird.
He froze, and fell into my cupped hands.
"Sorry Professor."
"It's fine Dom. Go back to your seat while I get myself cleaned up."
Don't you wish you had such a lovely teacher?
He didn't set me detention!
He didn't even ban my bird! Hehe. That sounds funny.
He did give me tons of homework though. I'm good at Charms though. So it's alright.
So this one's a bit shorter than the last. OK – a lot shorter. But they'll be coming quite quickly (homework permitting) Please REVIEW!