Tigerlils, this chapter is dedicated to you. And I can only apologize to the lovely readers I have out there: that annoying thing called "real life" and "high school" can get very overwhelming. Although so far my freshman year has been going pretty well, but between moving to a new house, starting a new school, making sure that all of my homework is done, and balancing marching band—which is so much fun; if you're an eighth grader and you're in band, try marching band for a year if your high school offers it—I've had a hectic time. (Also, all of my fanfiction stuff was buried in a box. Therefore I couldn't get to it easily…)

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Tigerlils: Thank you for making me feel guilty for not updating. And Steve Irwin did have a really pathetic death…. (with no offense meant to the dead. May Steve Irwin rest in peace…)

9shadowgirl11: I'm posting! Aren't you proud of me?

So, Spock…I think that we need a new way to say disclaimers, don't you?

Spock: I agree. Do you happen to have an idea?

Me: …Uh, no, unfortunately. ANY IDEAS, PEOPLE?!

Spock: It is not necessary to yell.

Me: Let's just get on with the chapter…

DISCLAIMER: Do I look like J.K. Rowling to you? Wait, let me answer that for you: No, I do not. Therefore I don't own Harry Potter. Darn.

By the way, THIS CHAPTER IS "T" FOR LANGUAGE.

8. I will not use Umbridge's quill to write "I told you I was hardcore".

"I dare you to," Colin says, wiggling with excitement.

I sigh. "Well….okay." Pulling this off without dying will be very difficult.

"Hello, Umbitch!" I announce as I walk into DADA.

"Excuse me?" she hisses.

"I'm sorry—Professor Umbitch," I amend with an air of remorse.

"Detention," she snarls.

"Okay!" I say brightly.

At seven o'clock, I report to her pink, frilly office.

"You will write I will not disrespect my teachers. Here is a quill for you."

I take the quill and produce parchment. Quickly, I write I told you I was hardcore, then rip it off and complete my lines.

Colin is so impressed.

Me: By the way, is anyone else addicted to Facebook's Farmville 2? Because I am and I admit it.

Spock: Admitting that you have a problem is the first step to recovery.

Me: Did Spock just joke? You saw that, right? Spock, what would Dr. McCoy say?

Spock: *Eyebrow of Doom* I suggest that you ask him.

Me: Yeah, I'll do that… Would anyone be interested in a prologue for this? Like, in the year 2300 or so, stories are being told about these? Because I'm considering writing one… It would be considerably longer than any of these, just so you know. Spock, would you ask?

Spock: Very well. Review?