Fred Weasley hid his smile behind his hand, and ducked behind his brother as they sat at the Griffindor table at Gatesvillewarts, school for wizards. Dolores Nervadar was getting increasingly flustered as she tried to continue her speech, and “Colin’s Counting Curse” was working a treat.
“Fifteen thousand four hundred and twenty eighth” she said, to general laughter “I do not want any pupils sending me owls during the vacation. Fifteen thousand four hundred and twenty ninth IT IS MY BLOODY DOWN TIME, AND ANYONE WHO CONTACTS ME WILL BE THRASHED TO WITHIN AN INCH OF THEIR LIVES”
She sat down, exhausted by the incessant counting. Gatesdore stirred happily in his chair. He had been feeling much more content since his recent outing to Hogsmeade. He was much happier with his own identity and content in himself. In fact, he quite felt like a young boy again.
Memory of the actions he had undertaken before his outing to Hogsmeade surfaced in his mind. He muttered into his beard: “This is wrong, wrong.” Instantly a gaunt, grey figure was at his side. Grima Matthuis whispered into his ear. “No, my Lord, you must not speak like this. When you made me emperor it was a WISE thing. It was a STRONG thing. It made you look manly to the whole of Gatesvillewartsa and the world!”
Hermione, who overheard this exchange, sprung up from her seat. “Be quiet, Grima Matthuis Wormtongue! You are not even in the right book!
“Yeah” shouted Harry Potter. “This is MY book! And what do all you bloody hobbits think you are doing here anyway?”
“We are the Gatesvillewarts Militia!” They cried “We do not think! We follow orders”
“But you are even in the wrong bloody genre, let alone the wrong region.”
“Sorry, we were told to come here. Don't expect us to think about it. ”
“Fifteen thousand four hundred and thirtieth, this is getting beyond a joke!” said Dolores. “Fifteen thousand four hundred and thirty first and to think I gave up my vacation for this!”
“My lord” whispered Grima into Gatesdore’s ear, “We do not need these pesky Griffindor brats. “Give me permission and I will expel them to Kandarin.”
A sudden gleam came into Gatesbore’s eye. “Ah, Grima!” he said with renewed vigour. “You truly are my glove puppet. Come here, and bring Snape’s Rubber Glove of mind control”.
Fear came into Grima’s eyes. From painful experience, he knew where THIS was leading.
to be continued....
To be continued....
“Fifteen thousand four hundred and twenty eighth” she said, to general laughter “I do not want any pupils sending me owls during the vacation. Fifteen thousand four hundred and twenty ninth IT IS MY BLOODY DOWN TIME, AND ANYONE WHO CONTACTS ME WILL BE THRASHED TO WITHIN AN INCH OF THEIR LIVES”
She sat down, exhausted by the incessant counting. Gatesdore stirred happily in his chair. He had been feeling much more content since his recent outing to Hogsmeade. He was much happier with his own identity and content in himself. In fact, he quite felt like a young boy again.
Memory of the actions he had undertaken before his outing to Hogsmeade surfaced in his mind. He muttered into his beard: “This is wrong, wrong.” Instantly a gaunt, grey figure was at his side. Grima Matthuis whispered into his ear. “No, my Lord, you must not speak like this. When you made me emperor it was a WISE thing. It was a STRONG thing. It made you look manly to the whole of Gatesvillewartsa and the world!”
Hermione, who overheard this exchange, sprung up from her seat. “Be quiet, Grima Matthuis Wormtongue! You are not even in the right book!
“Yeah” shouted Harry Potter. “This is MY book! And what do all you bloody hobbits think you are doing here anyway?”
“We are the Gatesvillewarts Militia!” They cried “We do not think! We follow orders”
“But you are even in the wrong bloody genre, let alone the wrong region.”
“Sorry, we were told to come here. Don't expect us to think about it. ”
“Fifteen thousand four hundred and thirtieth, this is getting beyond a joke!” said Dolores. “Fifteen thousand four hundred and thirty first and to think I gave up my vacation for this!”
“My lord” whispered Grima into Gatesdore’s ear, “We do not need these pesky Griffindor brats. “Give me permission and I will expel them to Kandarin.”
A sudden gleam came into Gatesbore’s eye. “Ah, Grima!” he said with renewed vigour. “You truly are my glove puppet. Come here, and bring Snape’s Rubber Glove of mind control”.
Fear came into Grima’s eyes. From painful experience, he knew where THIS was leading.
to be continued....
To be continued....
