Harry was four years old and rambunctious as ever. Long passed were the days of calmly playing with cabbages or making foods dance and sing. Harry's adventures had become more elaborate his magic more… explosive.
This is how we find young Harry in his current predicament.
See, Harry has spent the afternoon in Hogsmead at the small primary school for magical children. Most of the students at this little schoolhouse were the children of professors and other magical who lived in Scotland.
Harry liked school and was quite the dedicated pupil when he wanted to be. And he did. Want to be that is. It's just that he gets a bit distracted sometimes by the birds flying by the window or the way his shoelaces swing and hit his chair. There are just so many interesting things to do in comparison to practicing his letters with the children's quill provided by the primary school…
After starting a rouge conversation with his table about the promising future of Hagrid's plans for a farmer's market in the town (with all the apples you can want and no Brussel sprouts!) Harry once again finds himself sitting out recess. Which was, well not fine, but he's cool. He'll just finish his work and maybe Mrs. Hickybee will let him go out near the end of recess.
So, he focused on practicing the careful, curvy letters Mrs. Hickybee had written on the board for them to practice while daydreaming of the caterpillars that are always out by the fence on the playground.
Unfortunately for Harry, (and poor Mrs. Hickybee) he was so focused on his copying and his daydreams he never noticed his accidental magic going a little haywire. A nearby quill half transfigured itself into one of the fuzz caterpillars he was so fond of, as well as a dozen or so pieced of papers that had been spread on the teacher's desk. Quite a few things transfigured themselves, even a few things that had been hanging from the ceiling. All the while little Harry wrote on unaware, that is until one of the little buggers fell on his shoulder.
Harry looked at it and shrieked with delight.
Mrs. Hickeybee groaned in exasperation. This was going to take a while.
A/N: Hey guys. I know I've been gone a while. I um had a lot going on. Last November I was in the thick of finishing my undergrad thesis and preparing for graduation. After that I started a new job on the other side of the country and I now work almost 15 hour days 5 days a week. So, I have very little time to write. Here's the thing though. I'm going to try to update every other Sunday. Please be patient with me if I don't quite meet that deadline, I really am trying. If you review that reminds me to update quite honestly, never feel like you're being a bother.
Also the caterpillar thing, this is actually based off of something that happened to me recently. No I didn't transfigure a room into caterpillars, but we were having a training day outdoors and a caterpillar fell right out of a tree and onto me! It was cute and fluffy (which is strange because apparently it will grow to be a poisonous moth, who knew?) so thats a thing.
Also, Mrs Hickeybee's real name is Hickabee, children cannot enunciate.
See you all in 2 weeks! R&R!