Kiddies! Here's chapter twelve, it's mostly random. I had fun making it...yeah...--Not-Paying-Attention Supa Ty
“What’s your name?”
“Nigel,” The second year crying said.
“It’s alright; it’s not so bad any more.”
“Yeah, see? Ours are just fading away.” Fred showed the second year his hand.
“Except mine…I got mine today.”
Dee put her arm around the kid.
“Because you have so much detention.”
“Do you want to poke it?”
She held out her hand, putting it in front of him. He reluctantly did as she said, and poked the back of her hand.
“Ow. See, didn’t that feel good?”
The kid smiled.
“Ha. Other peoples pain makes everyone feel good.”
George gave her a weird look.
“That didn’t come out right…”
“Well wouldn’t you make a good mother?” George said.
“I’m not going to talk about that…subject.” She paused, and then got up.
“Hey, look, there’s Harry. I’m going to leave now.”
“I bet you’re good with children!”
Fred and Dee were in an empty corridor, after the most recent Dumbledore’s Army meeting.
“Are you saying were should talk about the future?”
“No, I’m just saying that you probably are.”
“Whatever.”
She smiled.
“Remember that ‘not allowed to be eight inches of each other’ rule?”
“Yeah.”
She then began to make out with him.
“Gather ‘round, kiddies! It’s learning time!”
Dee stood at the front of the Room of Requirement. Sophie stood next to her.
“Now, how many of you are muggle born?” Sophie says.
Multiple hands go up in the air.
“Did you ever realize how you became to where you are today?” Dee says, looking around.
They shake their heads.
“That’s what we’re going to teach you!”
“Now, there are ways of telling if you are magical.”
“Now, what did the muggles used to do with witches?” Dee smiles.
“BURN THEM!” Said a hyper-active second year. We’ll call him Nigel.
“…yes. And what else do you burn?”
“More witches!”
”Wood!” Said that slightly creepy boy.
“Good. Now why did they burn witches?”
“…um, because they’re made of wood?”
“Very good. So how do you tell she’s made of wood?”
“Build a bridge out of her!” Nigel yells.
“Ah, but can’t bridges be made out of stone?” Sophie cuts in.
“Oh yeah.” Nigel ponders for a moment.
“Does wood sink in water?”
“No, it floats! Wood floats! Now they throw witches in the pond!”
“…now what else floats?” Dee takes hold of the subject.
“Bread!”
“Apples!”
“Very small rocks!”
“Cider!”
“Gravy!”
“Cherries!”
“Mud!”
“Churches!”
“Lead! Lead!”
“A duck.” Sara stood up.
“Exactly!” Dee screams.
“So logically…”
“If she weighs the same as a duck…then she’s made out of wood!” Nigel yells.
“…and therefore…”
“A WITCH!!!” They all scream. Dee looks over at Harry in the corner, who’s trying not to laugh.
“Very good!’ Sophie praises.
“You all weigh the same as a duck.” Dee steps down. “Class dismissed.
“Sit down everyone, sit down. That’s it, now it’s present time,”
Mrs Weasley said, passing around a small gift wrapped present to each member of the table.
Then, Dee burst into the room.
“Those whacked out freaks attacked me! The almost tore of my arm! They were scarring their arms, the stink was unbelievable!”
Sirius rolled his eyes at his cousin’s unexpected grand entrance.
“What’s the matter now?”
“I be nice, visit my mother at that stupid house, and-“ She held up her left forearm, revealing a Dark Mark, while the room made a small ‘gasp!’ “They put THIS on me! Had to freaking drug me! Said I had to be a honorable member of the family! A HONORABLE MEMBER WOULD NOT DRUG THEIR DAUGHTER AND TATTOO HER FREAKING ARM!!!”
She pushed her sleeve down, hiding the mark.
“But it’s not surprising of my mother you know…” She said, once she calmed down.
“You are right,” Sirius said, sitting her down at the table. She looked around.
“Oh no, did I ruin something? I’m sorry. And I forgot me and Sophie’s gifts at Hogwarts.”
People were looking at her. She smiled.
“So how’s Christmas, every one?”
“Dee, you now how they say no-one will ever love you until you learn to love yourself?”
Sirius says, while writing something down on paper.
“My mother used to say no-one will ever love me…”
“Well, that’s just who your mother is. Off to bed now…run along.”
“Hey, you know what we should do?”
Dee sat on the couch in her cousin’s home, or ‘headquarters’, being plainly bored. The twins had just appartated {sp} into the room. It was around ten at night, after Christmas.
“What now?”
Fred made her move her legs and sat on the couch next to her. George sat in the armchair.
“SHAUN OF THE DEAD!!!!” She screamed, giving the twins shocked looks and resulting in Sirius rushing into the room, wand raised.
“What happened, what happened?”
”Let’s watch Shaun of the Dead!”
“The one with the zombies?”
“Yes!!!”
He shrugged.
“Alright.”
“Sophie, you slept with him?”
Two sisters, two brothers, and Neville were all sitting in the Gryffindor common room.
“Well, yes…”
“Ah, damn. I missed the annual sleepover, didn’t I, sis? That wonderful time of the year when you two crazy kids throw all caution to the wind and make sweet, ellbowy love to each other. Don’t you two be shy,” She put her arms around her sister and Neville, while the twins were laughing, “You can tell Sister Dee about the naughtay.”
“Dee, well, you know, Cedric died and all I was sad-“
”…so you went over here to your little boyfriend’s dorm cried on his shoulder, -boo-hoo-wah- and you of course comforted her because she was weak and vulnerable and blah, blah, blah, nerdy sex, the end.”
George looks at Fred, who’s trying to stop laughing.
“This is bad. We got to stop this. We got to say something…” He tells his brother. He then yells,
“Banana-hammock!”
“Hey Dee, look who it is!”
The four girls were walking down a corridor to Transfiguration. They saw Umbridge.
“Oh noes. Everyone pretend to be normal, QUICK!” Dee hid her arm behind her back.
“Are we hiding something, Ms Black?” Umbridge said. Dee hated it when she talked to her.
“Well, yes, but…”
”Let me see your arm, please.”
Dee sighed, and then smiled. She showed Umbridge her left forearm, with the Dark Mark on it. She wasn’t proud of it, she absolutely hated it, but if it made Umbridge mad, then she appreciated it.
“Is this the Dark Mark?”
“Yeah, my mum did it. Drugged me an’ all.”
Umbridge stood speechless. Dee continued.
“Yeah, Voldemort was there, his imperio wouldn’t work on me, though. So we had to get the fancy drugs out.”
“Voldemort is not back! Detention, Mrs Black!” Dee still had a large grin on.
“Suit yourself, them.”
“What’s your name?”
“Nigel,” The second year crying said.
“It’s alright; it’s not so bad any more.”
“Yeah, see? Ours are just fading away.” Fred showed the second year his hand.
“Except mine…I got mine today.”
Dee put her arm around the kid.
“Because you have so much detention.”
“Do you want to poke it?”
She held out her hand, putting it in front of him. He reluctantly did as she said, and poked the back of her hand.
“Ow. See, didn’t that feel good?”
The kid smiled.
“Ha. Other peoples pain makes everyone feel good.”
George gave her a weird look.
“That didn’t come out right…”
“Well wouldn’t you make a good mother?” George said.
“I’m not going to talk about that…subject.” She paused, and then got up.
“Hey, look, there’s Harry. I’m going to leave now.”
“I bet you’re good with children!”
Fred and Dee were in an empty corridor, after the most recent Dumbledore’s Army meeting.
“Are you saying were should talk about the future?”
“No, I’m just saying that you probably are.”
“Whatever.”
She smiled.
“Remember that ‘not allowed to be eight inches of each other’ rule?”
“Yeah.”
She then began to make out with him.
“Gather ‘round, kiddies! It’s learning time!”
Dee stood at the front of the Room of Requirement. Sophie stood next to her.
“Now, how many of you are muggle born?” Sophie says.
Multiple hands go up in the air.
“Did you ever realize how you became to where you are today?” Dee says, looking around.
They shake their heads.
“That’s what we’re going to teach you!”
“Now, there are ways of telling if you are magical.”
“Now, what did the muggles used to do with witches?” Dee smiles.
“BURN THEM!” Said a hyper-active second year. We’ll call him Nigel.
“…yes. And what else do you burn?”
“More witches!”
”Wood!” Said that slightly creepy boy.
“Good. Now why did they burn witches?”
“…um, because they’re made of wood?”
“Very good. So how do you tell she’s made of wood?”
“Build a bridge out of her!” Nigel yells.
“Ah, but can’t bridges be made out of stone?” Sophie cuts in.
“Oh yeah.” Nigel ponders for a moment.
“Does wood sink in water?”
“No, it floats! Wood floats! Now they throw witches in the pond!”
“…now what else floats?” Dee takes hold of the subject.
“Bread!”
“Apples!”
“Very small rocks!”
“Cider!”
“Gravy!”
“Cherries!”
“Mud!”
“Churches!”
“Lead! Lead!”
“A duck.” Sara stood up.
“Exactly!” Dee screams.
“So logically…”
“If she weighs the same as a duck…then she’s made out of wood!” Nigel yells.
“…and therefore…”
“A WITCH!!!” They all scream. Dee looks over at Harry in the corner, who’s trying not to laugh.
“Very good!’ Sophie praises.
“You all weigh the same as a duck.” Dee steps down. “Class dismissed.
“Sit down everyone, sit down. That’s it, now it’s present time,”
Mrs Weasley said, passing around a small gift wrapped present to each member of the table.
Then, Dee burst into the room.
“Those whacked out freaks attacked me! The almost tore of my arm! They were scarring their arms, the stink was unbelievable!”
Sirius rolled his eyes at his cousin’s unexpected grand entrance.
“What’s the matter now?”
“I be nice, visit my mother at that stupid house, and-“ She held up her left forearm, revealing a Dark Mark, while the room made a small ‘gasp!’ “They put THIS on me! Had to freaking drug me! Said I had to be a honorable member of the family! A HONORABLE MEMBER WOULD NOT DRUG THEIR DAUGHTER AND TATTOO HER FREAKING ARM!!!”
She pushed her sleeve down, hiding the mark.
“But it’s not surprising of my mother you know…” She said, once she calmed down.
“You are right,” Sirius said, sitting her down at the table. She looked around.
“Oh no, did I ruin something? I’m sorry. And I forgot me and Sophie’s gifts at Hogwarts.”
People were looking at her. She smiled.
“So how’s Christmas, every one?”
“Dee, you now how they say no-one will ever love you until you learn to love yourself?”
Sirius says, while writing something down on paper.
“My mother used to say no-one will ever love me…”
“Well, that’s just who your mother is. Off to bed now…run along.”
“Hey, you know what we should do?”
Dee sat on the couch in her cousin’s home, or ‘headquarters’, being plainly bored. The twins had just appartated {sp} into the room. It was around ten at night, after Christmas.
“What now?”
Fred made her move her legs and sat on the couch next to her. George sat in the armchair.
“SHAUN OF THE DEAD!!!!” She screamed, giving the twins shocked looks and resulting in Sirius rushing into the room, wand raised.
“What happened, what happened?”
”Let’s watch Shaun of the Dead!”
“The one with the zombies?”
“Yes!!!”
He shrugged.
“Alright.”
“Sophie, you slept with him?”
Two sisters, two brothers, and Neville were all sitting in the Gryffindor common room.
“Well, yes…”
“Ah, damn. I missed the annual sleepover, didn’t I, sis? That wonderful time of the year when you two crazy kids throw all caution to the wind and make sweet, ellbowy love to each other. Don’t you two be shy,” She put her arms around her sister and Neville, while the twins were laughing, “You can tell Sister Dee about the naughtay.”
“Dee, well, you know, Cedric died and all I was sad-“
”…so you went over here to your little boyfriend’s dorm cried on his shoulder, -boo-hoo-wah- and you of course comforted her because she was weak and vulnerable and blah, blah, blah, nerdy sex, the end.”
George looks at Fred, who’s trying to stop laughing.
“This is bad. We got to stop this. We got to say something…” He tells his brother. He then yells,
“Banana-hammock!”
“Hey Dee, look who it is!”
The four girls were walking down a corridor to Transfiguration. They saw Umbridge.
“Oh noes. Everyone pretend to be normal, QUICK!” Dee hid her arm behind her back.
“Are we hiding something, Ms Black?” Umbridge said. Dee hated it when she talked to her.
“Well, yes, but…”
”Let me see your arm, please.”
Dee sighed, and then smiled. She showed Umbridge her left forearm, with the Dark Mark on it. She wasn’t proud of it, she absolutely hated it, but if it made Umbridge mad, then she appreciated it.
“Is this the Dark Mark?”
“Yeah, my mum did it. Drugged me an’ all.”
Umbridge stood speechless. Dee continued.
“Yeah, Voldemort was there, his imperio wouldn’t work on me, though. So we had to get the fancy drugs out.”
“Voldemort is not back! Detention, Mrs Black!” Dee still had a large grin on.
“Suit yourself, them.”
