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Oh yeah, and one more thing. I didn't have my copy of Goblet of Fire while writing this chapter (I left it at my aunt's when I went to visit her), so anything from the book won't be word-for-word. It's still the same general idea, though :)
Chapter 6: First Day of Sixth Year
The next morning, Mia woke up to the sound of Angelina and Alicia chatting. She squeezed her eyes tight shut for a second, burying her face deeper in her pillow.
"Mia," she heard Angelina call, "You gotta get up!"
"I already am," Mia grumbled, rolling over and staring up at the ceiling. She lay there for a second before sitting up and running her fingers through her hair, yawning.
After they were dressed, Mia headed downstairs with Alicia and Angelina, agreeing boredly with their complaints that Quidditch wasn't on that year, but enthusiasm about the Triwizard Tournament. The common room was pretty much empty, so they all headed to the great hall, the conversation turning.
"Anyways," Alicia said, changing the subject, "I was thinking…" she paused for a second, "well, there's this Ravenclaw kid I know… he's in the year above us, but he helped me out with Charms a few times last. And, well-"
"What's his name?" Mia cut her off, as she pulled her hair back into a plait.
"Michael Spooner," Alicia replied, "he's really tall… has dark hair and blue eyes…" she trailed off and tripped down a step.
"Speaking of boys," Angelina said, looking at Mia, "What are we gunna do with you?"
"Huh?"
The two Chasers glanced at each other, and rolled their eyes.
"George?" They chorused. This time, Mia rolled her eyes.
"Uh, yeah, sure," She replied, "I doubt that's gunna happen…"
"Why not?" Angelina asked.
"Because," she shrugged, "just, because…" she trailed off.
To be honest, she didn't really know why it wouldn't happen, she just did.
They entered the Great Hall, and Angelina and Alicia went to sit by Katie, who was waiting for them.
"See you guys later," Mia said, trotting off a little further down the table to Fred and George.
"McGonagall gave us your timetable," George handed her the slip of parchment.
"Is it bad?" she asked, before looking at it.
Fred shrugged and peered over her shoulder. "You have double potions Thursday morning-"
"Ugh."
"Alone-"
"Actually, I've got Angelina."
"Transfiguration, Defence against the Dark Arts and Charms with us-"
"Better be."
"And then you have your Herbology lessons-"
"Not bad…"
"And then all our free periods-"
"Yes!" Mia skimmed her eyes across the parchment as Fred ticked off the lessons on his fingers.
She shoved her timetable in her bag and looked at her empty plate for a second, before stabbing a few sausages, a piece of bacon and a couple fried eggs from their platters in the middle of the table, and depositing them onto her plate.
"Ok, so last night I was thinking about the Triwizard Tournament," Fred said.
"Obviously," Mia replied, sticking a piece of bacon in her mouth.
"'Cause you know how to make and Aging Potion, right, Mia?" Fred asked. She raised her eyebrows.
"Well you do, too," she gestured t the twins.
"Yeah, well you do it better," George told her, and she smiled.
"Then, yes, I know how to make one," she said.
"So you will make one for us, right?" George asked. She rolled her eyes.
"Well, I wanna enter, too," she said, "of course I will!"
"Sorted," Fred stated, grinning.
She had Potions first period, with Angelina.
"I don't understand these things," Mia muttered, as they stood behind their steaming cauldrons, full of the Love Potion they were making.
"Why?" Angelina replied, throwing some rose thorns into her cauldron.
"Well I mean," Mia said, chopping up some peppermint, "I don't get the point in them…" she shrugged, "surely they cause a lot more hassle then needed. I mean, look," she pointed at a sentence in her book, "they don't even create real love! It just mimics it!"
Angelina shrugged, peering into Mia's cauldron, seeing as Mia was about two steps ahead of her.
"And I mean," Mia carried on, "what's he gunna use them for?" she gestured to Snape, who was prowling around the classroom, with her scalpel, "what's he gunna use them for? He's not actually going to use them on himself is he?"
Angelina shrugged again, "he just wants us to practice them," she replied, "I'm guessing they could turn up in our NEWTs…"
"Which are two whole years away," Mia said, "I mean, even if he does use them," she gestured vaguely again, but her hand pointed nowhere near Snape, "its not like anybody's going to be attracted to him. Love Potion or no Love Po-"
"Fifty Points from Gryffindor, Miss Homing, for insulting a teacher…"
Slowly, Mia looked up and turned around, seeing Snape standing behind her. Angelina ducked her head and concentrated on counting her Moonstones. Across the dungeon, the Slytherin's were sniggering. And a Hufflepuff had stopped working in order to listen to what was happening.
"Sorry, Sir," Mia replied, stiffly. Snape curled his lip and turned around. Mia made a face at his back and rolled her eyes, turning back to her potion.
"Oh, God!" she exclaimed, as she realised she'd left it boiling too long.
Finally, the bell rang, signalling the end of the lesson, and Mia collected up her things, handed in a few vials of her potion (which she had just managed to save, although it was a few shades darker then it aught to have been), and stalked up out of the Dungeons, with Angelina following her.
"What's wrong with you?" Looking behind her, she saw that she had walked straight past Fred and George, who had been waiting for her after their free period.
Huffing, Mia said, "I just lost us fifty points." Fred started.
"What?" he asked.
"She insulted Snape," Angelina replied, rolling her eyes, "we were making up love potions and he heard her talking about how even a love potion wouldn't make anyone attracted to him."
"'S true though," Mia muttered, moodily.
Their next class was Charms, which Angelina wasn't in, but Fred and George were. As they wandered into the room, Fred and George seemed unusually quiet.
"You guys alright?" Mia asked, as they slid into some seats.
"What? Oh, yeah, fine, why?" Fred replied.
"You're very quiet."
"We haven't got anything to say," George shrugged. Mia stared at him blankly, and she blinked a few times.
"You always have something to say," She stated, "or do… or someone to annoy… or-"
"Yes, ok we get it," Fred cut her off. She looked at him with her eyebrows raised. Behind her, George shrugged. Mia looked back to George, and missed Fred's subtle headshake.
Before she could question them further, however, Professor Flitwick bustled into the room, and started the lesson.
He taught them the spell Aguamenti, which made water spurt from the end of the user's wand. Flitwick flicked his own wand, and a stack of plastic, brightly coloured bowls flew out of a cupboard, placing themselves in front of each student.
Peering at her vivid purple bowl, Mia asked, "Who wants to go first, then?"
The twins looked at each other, and then said, "You can."
She looked at the, before shrugging her shoulders and raising her wand, pointing at the bowl.
"Um, ok," she said, "Ag-wa-man-tee," she said, pronouncing the spell wrong. A small, slightly green-looking fire burst up in her bowl. Swearing, she flicked her wand aimlessly at the fire, but only succeeding in making the flames reach higher.
"What do we do?" she asked, panicked, still waving her wand.
"Um…" Fred started.
"Professor!" George yelled.
Flitwick looked up briefly from where he was speaking to a Ravenclaw. Spotting the burning bowl, he shot over to them, and, with a neat flick of his wand, doused the fire with a spray of water.
"What did you do?" he squeaked at them.
"I said the spell!" Mia replied.
"How did you say it?" Flitwick asked.
"Ag-wa-man-tee."
Mia thought she saw a smile twitch at the corner of the professor's mouth, and she creased her eyebrows.
"That is the wrong pronunciation, Miss Homing," he said, "it is ah-gwe-men-tee," and, flicking his wand, another spray of water settled itself in her bowl.
"Oh," Mia replied, "thanks professor."
In their last lesson, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Fred and George forced Mia to sit at the front. It was probably their first time at the front since first year.
The door burst open and Moody walked in, clunking on every other step. He stopped at the front, and looked at all of them, with his normal eye. The magical one spun and twitched, looking in all sorts of directions.
Mia could almost feel the excitement radiating off of Fred and George, sitting either side of her. Mia, herself, felt nervous, and slight freaked out when the magical landed on her for a second.
"You'll only be needing your wands today," Moody suddenly said, rather gruffly, making everyone jump, "Clear your desks and stand up."
Almost instantly, everyone threw their books and quills into their bags and stood up.
George slipped his book into his bag and heard a faint squeak. He looked up over the desk and then back into his bag. There sat a rubber chicken. He picked it up and looked it under the desk, forehead creased. Must be one of the fake wands…
"Perhaps you would like to pay attention to me, Mr Weasley, and not the rubber chicken!" Moody barked. George shot up and stuffed the chicken into his bag, pushing himself away from the desk and next to Mia.
"Oh my god, he can see through things," Mia whispered, licking her lips nervously.
Moody didn't seem to hear her, and if he did, he didn't take any notice.
With a wave of his wand, the desks and bags skidded to the edges of the room, leaving a clear, empty space.
"Non-verbal spells," He said. "What are they for?" a couple people muttered, but no one answered.
"Very well… Miss Homing," only his normal eye landed on her, and she froze, "what are they for?"
"Um… to… use spells… non-verbally?" she answered, rather pathetically.
Moody grunted. "In its simplest form. Yes. But why would you want to use spells non-verbally?" he was still looking at her.
"Uh…" she fumbled to string together a few words for a second, "um… so no one knows what… what spell you're using?"
"Excellent!" Moody barked, and Mia jumped slightly. George sniggered, but stopped when Moody's blue eye flicked to him.
Suddenly, Moody pointed his wand at a small Hufflepuff girl, who shrieked as she went flying back. She stopped just before she hit the wall, and dropped to the ground with a light thud, stumbling slightly, but still standing.
Everyone stared at Moody with the exact same look on all of their faces. A mixture of shock, amazement, fear, and being impressed.
"Non-verbal spells," he flicked his wand at the cabinet, "can be," it flew across the room, "very useful," Mia jumped back into George "when fighting," he flicked his wand again, "dark wizards," the cabinet skidded to a stop centimetres from where Mia had been. George's hands were on her shoulders and everyone in the room was staring at the heavy cabinet and the nearly-flattened girl. Fred whistled.
"Why are they useful, Mr Weasley?" Moody looked at Fred.
"Um…"
Moody flicked his wand again, and half a second later, Fred's wand went flying across the room. everyone watched it skid to a stop by the door.
"Now," he said, "id that had been a verbal spell," he looked at Fred, "what could you have done?"
"Stopped it?" Fred answered, raising one shoulder.
"Very good!" Moody barked, "now… imagine that that wasn't a simple Disarming Spell. Imagine it was-"
He pointed his wand at the cabinet.
It exploded.
Mia and Fred threw their arms up in front of their faces, shielding themselves. George closed his eyes and gripped onto Mia's shoulders harder, pulling her back.
"Now," Moody said, once the last spark had dimmed, "if that had been you, and if I had spoken, you could've cast a Shield Charm."
He waved his wand and a pale yellowish circle expanded in front of him.
"If you can create one, that is. But that's another lesson." The Shield disappeared.
"Accio wand," Mia muttered, and Fred's wand flew into her hand, which she then chucked over to him.
George seemed to notice he was still grasping onto her shoulders, because he let go very suddenly, flushing a dark red. Licking her lips, Mia moved forward a step, and crossed her arms.
"Now, any other uses?" Moody asked.
On the other side of the room, and tall, dark-skinned Hufflepuff boy raised his hand.
"Yes, Mr Gennish?" Moody pointed at him with his wand. Gennish flinched, but nothing happened.
"Well, you could cast a spell unnoticed. Say you were somewhere you weren't meant to be and there were people around and you didn't want to be spotted. You could cast a Disillusionment Charm and then sneak through them. they wouldn't even know." Gennish spoke rather fast, and sucked in a deep breath once he'd finished.
"Good!" Moody said. He then tapped his head, and he seemed to disappear. Everybody suddenly looked very nervous.
"if you can move around whilst invisible," Moody's voice came from about a foot away from Mia, who jolted and moved away back into George, "and cast spells non-verbally, you will be in a very good position." He reappeared again, standing in front of Gennish, who backed away slightly.
"Right! Pair up and try disarming each other. Non-verbally!"
They left the classroom a little while later, with Fred massaging his forehead gingerly, from where Mia had thrown her wand at him in frustration. The closest she'd gotten to performing a non-verbal Disarming Charm was making Fred's wand wiggle slightly.
"It was still quite a cool lesson," She said, after complaining about not being able to do it for about five minutes.
"Quite a cool lesson?" George asked.
"It was bloody amazing!" Fred exclaimed. Mia rolled her eyes.
They neared the Great Hall, but were stopped in the Entrance Hall by a large crowd of people.
"What's happening?" Mia asked, standing on tip-toes trying to see over all the heads, but couldn't. Falling back onto her feet, she started to push her way through the crowd. She stopped at the front, shocked.
Moody was standing in the middle of the circle, with Harry and Ron behind him. And Moody was bouncing a little white, rather distressed looking ferret up and down on the floor.
She stared at it in horror. Judging from her last lesson, she'd figured out that Moody was a little bit mental. But this…
"Professor Moody!" Every turned around and saw McGonagall approaching the crowd, holding a stack of books in her arms and looking shocked.
"Hello, Professor McGonagall," Moody said to her, still throwing the ferret up and down into the air.
"What," McGonagall said, staring at the ferret, "what are you doing?"
"Teaching."
"Teach…" something dawned on her face, "Moody, is that a student?" she screeched, dropping the stack of books onto the floor.
"Yep," said Moody, casually.
"No!" McGonagall cried, running down the stairs. She pulled out her wand, and snap, Draco Malfoy was lying on the floor, in a shuddering heap.
Mia's eyebrows shot up. and to think that she'd felt sorry for the 'ferret'.
"Moody," McGonagall hissed, "we never use Transfiguration as a punishment! Surely Professor Dumbledore told you that?"
"He might've mentioned it, yeah," Moody scratched the back of his neck, "but I thought a good sharp shock-"
"We give detentions, Moody!" McGonagall yelled, "Or speak to the offender's Head of House!"
"I'll do that, then," said Moody, glaring at Malfoy, who was muttering something.
"Oh yeah?" said Moody quietly, limping forwards towards him, obviously hearing what Malfoy had been saying, "Well, I know your father of old, boy…"
Ah, so it was the classic 'wait until my father hears about this' that Malfoy liked to threaten people with.
"You tell him Moody's keeping a close eye on his son," Moody carried on, "you tell him that from me… Now, your Head of House'll be Snape, will it?"
"Yes," said Malfoy.
"Another old friend," growled Moody. "I've been looking forward to a chat with old Snape… Come on, you…"
Moody grabbed Malfoy by the arm and hauled him away, and slowly, the crowd dispersed.
Still with her eyebrows raised, Mia glanced at the twins, and they set off into the Great Hall.
They all slid into seats opposite Harry and Ron, both of whom were grinning in amusement.
"How cool is he?" Fred said.
"Who?" Ron asked mouth full of food.
"Moody, you idiot!" Fred said to his younger brother. Harry and Ron looked at each other.
"He's amazing, guys!" Mia told them, piling chicken onto her plate.
"Yeah, we just had Defence Against the Dark Arts with him!" red explained, taking a piece of chicken off of Mia's plate.
"Oi!" she said, but just rolled her eyes as he grinned, "Anyways, its like," she thought for a second, "like he's literally seen everything!"
"Like exploding cabinets!" said George and Mia laughed.
"It was… just…" Fred looked off into space.
"See! It's rendered Fred speechless," she pointed to him with a grin, "it must've been good!"
Ron pulled out his timetable and groaned. "We don't have him till Thursday!"
Mia laughed and looked over to George, smiling at him.
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