Chapter 6: Weeping Angels

A few weeks later, the whole school is starting to get in the Halloween theme. Jack O’ Lanterns have replaced the floating candles and there are more bats than ever. Halloween itself is just a few days left and everyone is talking about the annual Halloween dance. A thing more strange is, I haven’t seen Peeves in ages. Normally, he’s in his upper best around Halloween, but this year… It’s almost like he disappeared. Though I know he hasn’t, because there are still a lot of kids bothered by his jokes. Lotte also haven’t seen him in a  while. It ‘s all quite odd, because, in this time of the year, he always hangs around, asking us or the twins to help with his pranks.
            Anyway, it’s the Wednesday before Halloween and I have the first two hours off. Lotte is in Biology class right now, and the twins normally would have Math, but professor Vector canceled it for a beta-congress. I’m walking through the corridors, followed by my dear Pyrite. Well, in fact, it’s more the other way around; Pyrite is having the time of her life trying to catch bats, while I follow her tail.
            At the end of the corridor on the ground floor (what is basically the piece leading to the auditorium) I suddenly hear strange noises. Not like the strange, Halloween noises I’ve been hearing the whole past week, but more like someone, or something, walking on his toes on a weird way. I turn around the corner and look at two big weeping angel statues, probably standing there as Halloween decorations. I listen again, but the strange noise is gone. The only thing I hear right now is Pyrite chasing a few bats. I turn around to look at her, and there’s the noise again. I immediately turn back around, and I scare the hell out of myself. The two angels have moved and are now a few meters away from me. “Whoa, that are some brilliant effects.” I say loudly, even though there’s no one around. Maybe that’s where the strange noise comes from, the moving of these two objects. Pyrite is done with the chasing and sits down next to me, gazing at the two angels. I turn around and walk back. I should get my stuff for History class. I notice I’m not being followed. I stop and look back. “Pyrite, are you coming?” It takes a few seconds, but there she is. We walk downstairs, Pyrite stopping sometimes to look back up.

I walk through the locker room to my own locker, where I keep my school stuff when not needed. It are big, American lockers, splitting the wall in two. I have the upper locker, with Chantal’s locker beneath mine. I open it to grab my bag and a notebook and pen, and when I close it, I hear voices whispering. I would almost start to think I’m getting paranoid, with the angel statues and now this, though I see someone in the corner. I walk towards the person and see that it’s not one person, but two persons and a ghost. And to be more precisely, Fred, George and Peeves. “I don’t think we should do it like that, but in a different way.” “Like…” “Well, like… Okay, I don’t know, but I just think we shouldn’t do it your way, Peeves. That joke is just not funny.” “Oh, someone has some strange feeli… Oh hi, Becky.” “Hi, Peeves, I was already wondering what happened. I mean, I haven’t seen you in ages.” Peeves looks nervous, that’s weird. “Yep, and talking about it, I have to go.” And with a pop, Peeves leaves. “Where was that about? You three are planning a joke?” “Yes. Well, sorta. It’s… It’s complicated.” “Yeah, like the ‘girl stuff’ you and Lotte talked about…” That was weeks ago. What’s really going on here? “Anyway, we also have to go. P.E. class.” And without any more words, they follow Peeves’ example and leave. 

The first break just started, but I already walk upstairs to the History classroom. Lotte, Kayleigh and Simone are already there. “Hey guys, you are early.” “Yes, well, same for you.” I smile.  “I wonder what we’re going to do today, and where we’re going.”
                In the next few minutes, more students come standing in front of the classroom. Like always, because no-one wants to miss a spectacular class by the Doctor. “Good morning class.” Following the students, the Doctor comes walking to the classroom and opens the door. “What are we going to do today, Doctor?” Kayleigh and Rose ask at the same time. Both girls are always together in History class, probably because they both have a crush on the teacher.  “Ah, well, I’m about to tell you that. First, take a seat.” A few students, who already walk towards the big blue box in the corner, turn around disappointed. “Now, today, we are going to 1600. We have another appointment with William Shakespeare. Who’s excited?” Almost everyone raises both hands and everybody starts talking. The Doctor jumps on a table and screams: “Fingers on lips!” Everyone is immediately quiet and follows the Doctor’s example, who slowly puts a finger on his lips.
                “Nine.” Everybody looks around. “What?” Kayleigh seems not to understand it. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?” The Doctor walks towards Kayleigh and Rose. “I said nothing.” “No, I heard you say something. A number. Why did you say that?” “I didn’t say a number. I said nothi… eight. Nothing.” Kayleigh hears the word she just said, that didn’t belong in the sentence.” “You are counting down. That’s impossible. Have you seen a Weeping Angel?” “Well…” “There are two angel statues at the auditorium.” I say. The Doctor looks at me for a second, but turns back around to Kayleigh. “Have you seen these statues?” “Uhm, yes.” “Okay then. Close your eyes and don’t open them until I say so. Now, change of plans, class. We are going on a Weeping Angel hunt.” “Sir?” “Yes, Amy.” The Doctor points at the ginger girl who raised her hand. “What exactly is a Weeping Angel?” “Ah,yes, very good question, Amy. Weeping Angels are very old creatures, probably as old as the universe, and no-one knows where they come from. Well… Anyway, it’s a very long story. More important right now is how to avoid their attack.”
                “Attack? I thought they were statues. “ “Rory, Rory, do you ever listen? They are an alien race, I just told you that.” “But…” “Anyway,” The Doctor continues, ignoring Rory.  “when you see a Weeping Angel, don’t blink. Don’t ever blink. Blink and you’re dead. Weeping Angels move the moment you close your eyes, and will send you back in time.” So that’s why I heard them moving when I turned around. “You see, they feed themselves with the energy of the years you would have lived in the future.” “So, they don’t kill you?” “Yes, Martha, they don’t kill you. Well, they kill you nicely. When send back to the past, you can just go on with living your life. However, it is also possible that they need a body, and then they will kill you. They mostly do that by snapping your neck, but in this case, they have plant an image in Kayleigh’s brain. Well, Kayleigh, have you looked straight into their eyes?” “I guess.” Kayleigh answers, still with her eyes closed. “Okay, they have plant an image in your brain. Right now you’re like a time bomb. Don’t worry, just keep your eyes closed and they won’t infect you.” “Infect me how? A time bomb? Doctor, I don’t understand.” “That which holds the image of an angel becomes itself an angel. Now, we are going to make sure that you won’t get infected. Otherwise we could always try to make them look at each other.” “What happens then?” “Good question, Rose. When two angels look at each other, they will be trapped in stone forever. That’s why they cover their eyes when frozen. Okay, any more questions?” He looks around. “’Good. I’m going to need a few of you to help me. The rest is going to make sure they won’t infect Kayleigh. Let’s see, who wants to help. Okay, Amy, you’re in. Take Rory with you.” Amy stands up, but Rory protests. I raise my hand, and next to me I see Lotte doing the same. “Okay, anyone? Right, Becky, Lotte, you’re in too. Martha, you too. Rose, you’re sure you don’t want to stay with Kayleigh?” “No, I want to help.” “Okay. Mickey, Draco, you two are also in. I think that’s enough.” There are still two girls with raised hands. “Sir? Sir? Sir?” “Yes, Lauren?” “Can I ask you a question, sir?” “Yes, Lauren, you can, if you stop your ‘bovvering’ act right here.” “Okay, deal. But why can’t I come, sir?” “Same for me, here.” Mels says, stretching her hands behind her head. “Do you want an honest answer?” The Doctor answers. “Yes.” “Okay, well, I find you very annoying and I think it’s better if you stay here because you would probably get in to trouble.” The Doctor walks as quickly as possible out of the room, followed by us. Behind us, I can hear Lauren yell her usual ‘bovvered’ Shakespeare act. “Sir! Ammist I bovvered?”
                “Oi, you can’t leave me here with these two!” Kayleigh yells. “You still got me.” “Thanks, Mone.” “I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry.” The Doctor yells back.

We walk downstairs to the auditorium. The Doctor hasn’t told us what we have to do yet, but I guess we’re with such a big group because of the blinking. We walk around the corner, and now the nine of us look at the two statues that have appeared to be two Weeping Angels. There’s one on the right side of the place and one on the left side. “Okay, I need you all to stand in between the Angels.  Four of you have to look to the angel on the right side, the other four have to look to the angel on the left side. Then in one exact minute, I need you all to close your eyes and duck. Okay? No questions right now, I’ll answer them later. One minute, count down. Starting… Now!” Even though I have no idea what’s happening, I start to count down. The Doctor runs away. “What in the world? He’s just leaving us behind in company of some creepy aliens.” “Shh, Mickey, count down. 55. 54.”
            And so we stand for a minute, not blinking and looking at the Angels. When the minutes passes, we all yell “Now!” I close my eyes and duck. The next second I hear the moving of the angels, and a vworping noise. “Okay, everyone, you can open your eyes again. Watch your head.” the trusted voice of the Doctor said. I open my eyes. We’re in the TARDIS, the two angels facing each other. “They’re stone, for real now. They’ve looked each other in the eyes the moment you guys ducked.” I walk a bit aside before I stretch my back, or else I would have hurt my head against an Angel while standing up. “So, Doctor, is Kayleigh alright now?” I ask, hoping it to be true. “Not yet. We first have to get rid of these statues.” “But they aren’t real Angels anymore.” “That is true, Rose.” “So… We can just move the TARDIS and leave them somewhere in a garden?” “That is possible, Mickey, but that’s still a bit dangerous. I have a better plan, and that should be worked out by now.” The Doctor looks at a screen and the next moment there’s a knocking at the door. He runs to the door and opens it. “Good morning, professor. So sorry I had to bother you with this.” “That’s okay, Doctor. Now, your student said something about Weeping Angels?” Professor McGonagall walks in and looks at the two statues. “What do I have to do?” “Well, they need to disappear, though just leaving them somewhere someplace is not an option. “I see.” The rather severe-looking woman grabs her wand from her cloak and says:  “Evanesco.” The next moment both angels have vanished. Professor McGonagall turns the Doctor. “Anything else, Doctor?”

“Okay, Kayleigh, you can open your eyes.” We follow the Doctor back into the classroom. Kayleigh opens her eyes with a sigh of relief. “Thank God. Lauren kept on asking me if she looked bovvered.” “Is Kayleigh alright now? She’s not turning into a Weeping Angel, is she?” “No, she won’t. The Angels are gone.” The Doctor answers a worried Simone. “Now, the real question is, how were they able to get inside the building?”

Chapter 5: Pretzels

“You are brilliant!” Fred says when we arrive at our spot. Without a warning, I suddenly feel very warm inside. My face feels like it’s glowing, almost like I’m blushing. Wait, am I blushing? Before I can think of this properly, Lotte pulls me into the auditorium. “What?” “Oh, c’mon Beckett, you’re blushing.” I knew it. “You’re kidding.” I try. “Does this face looks like it’s kidding? Oh, come on. Admit it.” “Admit what?” I think I know what Lotte is going to say, though I have some mixed feelings about it.  “You like Fred.” And once again I was right. But I don’t ‘like’ Fred. He’s just a good friend. Or at least, he was. No, I can’t have a crush on him. That’s impossible. He is adorable though. And handsome. And funny. “Well?” “Okay, okay. I think I might be having feelings, weird feelings, for… pretzels.” Why did I say that? Ugh, my feelings are confusing me. “Pretzels? Are you kidding me?” “Oh, Tubbs, just… Shut it. And it’s nothing like what going on between you and George.” “Excuse me?” “The way you looked at each other this morning? At the lake? Oh, and not to mention the way he protected you for Fluffy.” “Fred also protected you.” Okay, now we’re just teasing each other. “Well?” I ask her. “Okay, I might have some strange feelings for Pretzels’ brother.” We both laugh. I sit down at the edge of the stage. “You know, we’re falling in love with our best friends.” “Yeah, I know.” Lotte sits down next to me. “It’s not that weird though, I mean, they’re funny…” “and handsome…” “and adorable...” “and sweet.” “Oh, God, we really like them.” Lotte looks at me while she says that, and we both start laughing. The bell rings, meaning the seventh period is about to start. “We should go.” I say. “Yeah, I need to go to the other building. Chemistry.” “Ha. You may count yourself lucky with Slughorn.” “Well…” Lotte smiles.  “It’s better than Snape.”
            We walk through the doors, where the boys are still waiting. “And what were you two doing so mysteriously?” Right, what do we need to say now? “Nothing. It’s.. girl stuff.” Lotte smirks. “Right…”

Later that day, I sit down on my bed and think about my confessions. Pyrite, my reddish grey Lynx jumps on my bed and lies down at my feet. Drops of water fall down on my bed, because my hair is still wet from the shower I took fifteen minutes ago. I look around; Hermione is busy studying, like always, and Chantal lies on her bed and is reading a book. “Where’s Lotte?” “I’m here!” I hear, coming from the walk-in closet. “She’s there.” “So I’ve noticed, Chantal. Thanks.” Lotte walks out of the closet. “Making an outfit for tomorrow. I was bored.” she says, when she notices my what-were-you-doing-and-why-face. “Ah.”
            Felix, Lotte’s Phoenix, flies out of the closet and lands on Lotte’s bed. Pyrite looks up and follows the bird with her eyes. “You know you should stop trying.” I say to the animal. Even though the 4 animals in this room are friends (Chantal made sure of that with her talent to talk to animals), Felix still loves to provoke Pyrite. (What can I say, cat and bird, eh?) Pyrite puts down her head as an answer. Lotte walks to my bed and sits down next to me, followed by the bird who sits down on Pyrite’s back. The cat doesn’t even bother to look up now.
            “I’ve been thinking, about our confessions.” I look at Lotte. Where is she going with this? “I think we both should wait, and I also think that, if we’re talking about it, like now, we should use the word ‘Pretzels’. Kay?” She almost whispers to prevent Chantal and Hermione from hearing this. I totally agree with her, but have to laugh at the word ‘Pretzels’. I didn’t meant to say it earlier today, it just popped out of my mouth, and now we use it as a codeword. “What are you two talking about?” Chantal now sits on her bed and looks interested at us. “Pretzels.” we both say, and we start laughing. Chantal keeps looking at us, not understanding. Raven jumps off of Chantal’s bed and starts walking towards us. “Oh right, don’t say a thing about this.” I say threatening, looking at the two animals sitting next to us. When Raven jumps on my bed and starts tripling around Pyrite and Felix, who don’t say a thing while Raven keeps on protesting. Or at least, that’s how it sounds. And looks. It’s quite a funny show, looking at the three animals. Apparently, Crookshanks wants to be in it too, because she jumps off of Hermione’s lap and trips to the other animals.  It’s getting too busy for Pyrite, because she jumps up and runs out of the room into the corridors, followed by the other animals.
            The next moment, Kayleigh walks in, looking over her shoulder to the four running animals. Mokona, Kayleigh’s badger, decides to fit in and follows the other animals into the corridors. Kayleigh sighs. “Well, go and have fun! Why are they acting like that?” “Lotte and Becky were talking mysteriously, and I wanted to know what it was about, but the animals refuse to talk.” I raise and shake my fist as an answer to Chantal’s curiosity. “Chantal! Grrr.” “Right. Anyway, Liz and I went to town and we bought some things. A.k.a. food. Who wants a pretzel?” She holds out a plastic bag filled with pretzels. Lotte and I look at each other and start laughing. “What’s wrong with them?” I hear Kayleigh ask. “I have absolutely no idea.”
            “Can all of you please stop? I’m trying to study here.” “Hermione, calm down and take a pretzel.” 

Chapter 4: Rainbow Malfoy

I turn the book around and open it on the other side. Funny enough there are only 372 pages. I raise my hand. “What’s the problem, Miss Van Leeuwen?” “Well, there are only 372 pages.” A few students make consenting noises. Snape points out his wand and whispers a spell. All of the books are suddenly thicker than they were. “Turn to page 394.” He says again, looking in my direction.. I open the book somewhere in the middle and turn a few pages until I end on page 394; Polymerization. I raise my hand again. “What is your problem this time?” Snape is obviously annoyed. “Well, professor, according to the year schedule we would start studying polymerization in the last semester. We also haven’t finished the chapter about reaction-energy and equilibrium yet.” “I agree. I don’t really understand the last subject yet and it is, of course, a chapter that will come back in the exams.” Snape walks to the girl next to me. “How many times, Miss Muldoon, do I have to tell you not to talk when I don’t ask you to?” “But sir, can’t we first finish this subject before starting with poly… poly… whatever it was?” Noreen tries again. Snape puts his hands on her desk what makes her jump up from her chair a bit. “This discussion is over. Turn to page 394.”

After a horrible chemistry class, I turn back to the passage way. Other days I would have my lunch at the usual lunch spot, next to the auditorium, but I have two more classes in the beta building. I sit down against a wall in the passage. After a few minutes, Fred and George arrive from their Biology class, followed by Lotte, who just had an hour of Math. “How was your Chemistry class?” Lotte sits down next to me and grabs a sandwich out of her bag. “Horrible.” I say. “Snape made us study polymerization, while we haven’t even finished the chapter about reaction-energy and equilibrium.” I grab the sandwich I had bought back in the first break. (Maybe you wonder why we have to buy our food while we live at school; Every semester we get an amount of money from the school so we can buy ourselves food from the canteen whenever we want. We have to be careful though, because if we spend all of the money before the semester ends, we don’t get new money from school and have to borrow it from others for the rest of the semester. It’s also a special kind of money, and we can only spend it at school.) “Well, if you find that horrible, try to listen 3 periods to Sprout talking about cystic fibrosis.” “Never again. Sometimes I wonder why I kept it. Anyway, how did it work out with Jack?” I unzip my bag and show the paint-gun and a plastic bag of paint balls in different colors I took with me from the training center. “I have also worked out a plan.” I grab the piece of paper and show it. “Malfoy will be at school again in the next break. I’ve heard professor McGonagall talk with Madame Pomfrey. There’s a meeting about Fluffy’s poisoning. Oh, the seventh period has a duration of 40 minutes instead of 50 and the eight period is cancelled.” “Great, only 40 minutes of Geography from Bella instead of 100.” George seems to be very happy about it. “Bellatrix would love to kill us.” Fred explains. “Ah. Anyway, Malfoy needs to go to the teachers’ room. I’m going to install the paint gun in a way that, when he opens the front door of the school, he will get shot several times. It’s going to be tricky to install it without being seen, and I will need to be fast.” “And you will need to do it before the break. How?” Lotte looks doubtful. “Ah, yes. Well, professor McGonagall told Madame Pomfrey that professor Dumbledore will help her to get the last things, what means he will leave the class long before the end of the period.” “And what if that’s not going to happen and he will stay the whole period?” “Tubbs, you’re starting to look like Hermione if you talk like this.” Lotte gives George a face to tell him to not try to say something like that again. “Then we’ll have to wait until after the meeting. I also have a back-up plan for when that happens, but I’m sure I won’t need it.”
            “Won’t need what?” Chantal walks to us and sits down. “A back-up plan. We’re going to make a rainbow-Malfoy.” “Oh, nice.” Lotte looks at Chantal. “What?” “Well, every time I wonder how you’re able to survive a French class from Alecto Carrow.” “Oh, that’s not too hard. You only have to be as mean as she is.” “So what do you do? Hit her when she hits you?” “Yeah, sorta.” We all chuckle. “Oh, by the way, Beckett, how’s your left foot?” I have to think deeply before I understand why she asks that. “Right. Well, it doesn’t hurt anymore, but your ferret can bite! I believe I still have some bite marks on it.” “Good.”

 I was right about Math. After 50 minutes of Biology from Charlie Weasley, Dumbledore immediately told us this class would only take 30 minutes. He’s now gone for 5 minutes, I think, what means I have 15 more minutes until the break. I walk through the passage way and, when I come to the end, I check the paint-gun and go through the whole plan one more time. I have to go to the little hall with the front door. If I’m there, I need to attach the paint-gun to the wall and attach a little wire from the trigger at the door, which opens to the outside. If that’s finished I need to get out. Simple plan, but, like I told Lotte, Fred and George, I need to be quick and not get busted.
            I put everything back in my bag and open the port. I run to the stairs and go up to the ground floor. It won’t be too hard to get to the hall without being seen; most teachers are still busy with a class or are getting ready in the teachers’ room. I was worried the most about Filch and his cat, but I pass them when he goes downstairs to the lockers. I walk through the corridors, and I’m most careful when I pass the teachers’ room. On my tiptoes I walk to the hall and go in it. I attach the gun and fill it with paintballs. I grab the little wire out of my bag and attach it as planned.
            When I finally succeed connecting the door and the trigger, I only have 5 minutes left until the bell will ring. I grab my bag and take one more look; I’ve attached the gun in a way that it is almost invisible. The same counts for the wire. I leave the hall, but the moment I pass the stairs that leads to the upper floors I hear someone. “So, who are you planning a prank on.” I know I’m busted and turn around. When I see the person who caught me, a feeling of relief goes through my head. “How long have you been standing there?”  I ask. “Just a second, but long enough to see what’s the plan.” “You scared the hell out of me, you know that?” The man laughs. “So, who’s the unlucky person?” “Who do you think?” “Snape?” “No.” He seems disappointed. “Malfoy.” I say, and I can see a smile coming up his face. “You guys are on a roll. First Umbridge and now Malfoy. Yes, I know it were you.” he says when he sees my busted face. “I was there when she told some other teachers about the two ferrets that locked her in a cupboard. You and Lotte are getting better in changing into animals.” I smirk. “We have a good teacher.” “Ah, how I love to hear that. But just wondering, do you still have the problem with your hair?” “Yep, it was black and white this morning. I actually liked it, but I had to change it back or it would suspicious.” The bell rings. “So, Sirius, what’s up with Fluffy?” Sirius looks around, and when he sees the students coming down he says. “I’ll tell you later, okay? Maybe in class tomorrow.” It takes me a few seconds before I figure out he’s talking about the animagi class, and not about Geography. Sirius is one of the few teachers who know Lotte and I are animagi. Others are Lupin and Tonks. Though I believe Dumbledore also knows.
            “Hey Beckett. And Sirius.” Lotte, Fred and George walk around the corner. I can see they have hurried themselves to this place. And this has not come unnoticed by Sirius. “Wanted to see the show, eh?” The three of them didn’t saw that one coming. “He caught me right after I finished.” I say, trying not to say much about the joke, with all the students around. “Okay. Oh, by the way, I think it can happen any moment. We just saw him walking outside.” Lotte hasn’t even finished yet and I hear the paint-gun shooting its bullets. I hear some yelling, and the next moment, a rainbow-Malfoy appears. No, not kidding, he really is fully colored like a rainbow right now. Everyone at the corridor starts laughing. Sadly for me, Lotte and the twins, this is not for a long duration. “You!” Lucius screams while pointing his finger to us. “You! You have done this, haven’t you?” “Now, Lucius, don’t make fast conclusions. I have been talking to these students for the last 10 minutes and they did not have had any chance to make a trap like that.” Sirius needs to push away the urge to start laughing. “Now, students, why aren’t you going to your dormitories while I talk to Mr. Malfoy here.” He gives us a vague nod, and as an answer we walk away. But instead of going to the dormitories, we walk straight ahead to the auditorium. 

Chapter 3: Guns & Chemistry

“That was brilliant. Dudley’s face when you said that, hilarious.” Fred laughs at the memory. Weird, I suddenly feel strange in my stomach. Like, no, that’s impossible. “What’s wrong?” I guess they noticed I wasn’t paying attention. “Oh, sorry. I was just thinking back at what just happened.” I wonder if they’ll believe that. “Shall we go sit at the lake?” George asks while looking mostly at Lotte. She blushes and smiles in a weird way, a way I haven’t seen her smiling in before. Do I see a connection here? Does she feel the same as how I just felt? “Are you still thinking back?” Fred’s voice brings me back out of my thoughts. “Uh, yeah. Yeah.” I lie.
            Anyway, for in October, it’s really good weather. While walking to the lake, (which looks like a small ditch for non-Coornhert people. It has something to do with magical wibbly-wobbly stuff, I don’t really know how it works.)  I feel the warmth of the sun like it’s still summer. “Here?” George asks when we arrive at a spot two meters in front of the lake. “I’m fine with this.” I say, and sit down.  “How I love this kind of weather.” Lotte sits down next to me, while the boys sit down facing us. “The perfect way to start the morning.” George says. “ After a great joke with a teacher.” Fred continues. We all laugh at the memory.
            The next moment we hear rumor coming from the front door of the school, the door only teachers and staff are allowed to use.”Why do you always insinuate my kids, Malfoy? Why would they try to poison Fluffy, for God’s sake?” Fred and George growl, Lotte sighs and I roll with my eyes, Lucius Malfoy, a school governor and Slytherin in blood and veins, has once again ruined someone’s perfect morning. “Molly, why don’t you see that your children are all criminal.” I can see in the boys’ eyes that they didn’t like that comment at all. “Mr. Malfoy, can you please stop accusing people. There’s no evidence in this case, and even if there was, you just cannot go out and loud tell people their kids are criminals. And not at all if they obviously aren’t” Professor McGonagall, saver of the argument. “Fine, but don’t say I haven’t told you. Next to that, it’s obviously that they have something to do with the mess in Umbridge’s office. Locking teachers into cupboards, criminal I say. Good day.” An angry Lucius Malfoy appears in our sight. Apparently he also sees us, because he makes a face in disgust and tries to past us as fast as he can. “We should’ve locked him in a cupboard.” I say. Fred, George and Lotte chuckle. “Hey, maybe we can pull a joke on him.” I like that idea. “Brilliant Tubbs.” “That idea is very attractive. Very attractive.” George makes same gestures like he’s thinking deeply. “Maybe we could use paint or something. I have always wanted to see a rainbow-Malfoy.” I think this comment was actually meant to be serious, looking at Fred’s face, but at the thought of a happy dancing-around rainbow-Malfoy I can’t help it but laugh. “What? That was serious!” Looking at the indignant face of Fred only makes me laugh harder. “Oh, come on. What’s not funny about a rainbow-Malfoy.” “Especially when he’s dancing-around happily.” It’s like Lotte has read my mind. I look at her, and we both start laughing. “Okay, dancing-around rainbow-Malfoy. Maybe we can try to make that happen.” George now laughs at the same thought, but his facial expression changes fast when he hears an obviously angry voice. “Maybe we can try to make what happen?” The boys turn around while Lotte and I look up. There stands Mrs. Weasley, obviously not amused. “Oh, hey mom.” “Good morning, Mrs. Weasley.” “What are you up to?” Mrs. Weasley looks angry. It stays silent for a while. “Well, if no-one says it; pulling a joke on Malfoy is not going to help. You should be ashamed of yourselves. After what you’ve done to professor Umbridge... You may be lucky that you’re not getting detention.” “We’re sorry, mom, but he called us criminals. We just don’t let people say that about us, and more important, our family.” George tries to persuade his mother, and it seems to work. “Oh, dear, you shouldn’t listen to Malfoy. He’s just a horrible person. It’s  more important what the people you love think about you.” She smiles, but seems to remember the event with Umbridge. “But don’t think this is the last you’ve heard about the incident with Umbridge.” She points with her finger, trying to make it more dramatic than it actually is. “We know, mom.” “We’ll keep an eye on them, Mrs. Weasley.” Lotte sounds very convincing. Mrs. Weasley turns around. “Oh, I know, dear. I know.” She sighs. She seems not to know what to say or do now, and walks away.
            “Thanks, Tubbs.” “That’s okay. Is the plan still on?” Lotte asks carefully. George sighs. “Well, I don’t really like to upset our mother, but yeah, the plan’s still on.” “We don’t really let it be said without any revenge, do we?” The boys smirk. “I think I can borrow a paint-gun.” I say. “Jack?” three voices ask. “Jack.” I say, now smirking myself.

I’m walking downstairs to the -6^th floor, the floor that’s better known as the dungeon because it’s the floor furthest down. It’s the second period, another free period for me, but it means English class for Lotte and Biology class for the twins (what’s quite odd, because even though most teachers don’t like their pranks, they always have their classes together.). I walk to the training center. Once a month we get fighting classes here. Well, the kids who want to get fighting classes, which are, weird enough, not a lot. I think that’s mostly because of parents arguing with their kids it’s too dangerous. Not like it’s that dangerous. Anyway, I can hear gunfire in the shooting area, so I guess Jack is busy with his guns right now. I push the door from the shooting hall and walk towards him. “You better stay there or you get the chance to get shot.” I chuckle and stop walking. Jack shoots some more bullets to the dummy at the end, turns around to me and removes the ear protectors. “Hey Becky, how are you?”  He gives me one of the ear protectors and a gun. “Ah, you know, the usual.” I walk to the shooting range next to him and shoot five bullets to the dummy; three end in the heart and two end right above it. “Ha. You’re getting better every time.” Jack smiles. “So, what did you come for?” I smirk. He is, as always, straight to the point. “I was wondering if I could borrow a paint-gun.” I shoot some more bullets to the dummy next to mine; this time four end in the heart and only one end a bit above it. Jack laughs and shakes his head with satisfaction. “A paint-gun? Who are you planning to shoot?” “Lucius Malfoy.” I say before shooting some more bullets to my own dummy; now all of the bullets end in the heart. “Okay, then.” He walks away. A few seconds later he comes back with a large paint-gun in his hands. “Here, take this one.” He nods his head to the dummy. I shoot; all paintballs end in the chest of the dummy. “Don’t be too harsh, okay?” Now it’s my time to laugh. “You know I won’t be too harsh.” “Yep, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t need saying. And don’t get busted, eh?” I salute as an answer.  When I walk away, I hear him saying. “You know, maybe in a few years I need to salute you instead of the other way around.” And the next moment he shoots his dummy in shreds.

Between the third and the fourth period I walk to the –1^st floor. Lucky for me, Fluffy is nowhere near. I walk to one end of the floor. There’s a secret passage way which leads to the other building. Only few people know about it, and I think you can guess who a few of those persons are. Anyway, I always have the first three periods off on Thursday, and I’m now on my way to my first class; Chemistry. Simone is already waiting for me, what’s not really odd; I had to come from the top floor (I had spent an hour in the library working out a plan) and she came from the 2^nd floor. I knock at the wall and a small piece in the form of a port disappears. We walk through the hole and into the passage. I hear the wall getting back to its normal form. “Have you finished your homework? I didn’t really understand some things.” “Well, I finished it, but I might have used the book with the answers for some questions. “ Because the passage is not that long, we’re already at the end of it. Here I also knock on the wall, but it doesn’t open immediately. Probably some students standing on the other side. After half a minute or so the wall finally opens and we walk into the gloaming lights of the -1^st floor of the beta-building. We walk to the other side of the floor. Not like it’s as big as the main building.
            The door of the classroom is already open, but Snape is not around. Luckily.  Simone and I walk in and take our seats next to Laura, at the back of the room. “I’m so happy he’s not here yet. Laura  says. The lights of the room flicker, like they use to do now and then.  I never really liked this classroom. It’s always dark, lighted with floating candles. There’s enough light to see everyone and everything, though, but it’s still… dark. There are almost no windows, because we’re beneath the surface of the earth, but high upon the walls there are a few small, rectangular windows. Suddenly the door closes and another door, the door that leads to the classroom next to us, opens. Every student stops his chatter and a few students look frightened at the door. Snape walks through it and to the other side of the room, where he stops behind his desk. “Turn to page 394.”

Chapter 2: Little Cockroaches

Disguised as  two little ferrets, Lotte and I run through the corridors. Most of them are empty, because almost every student is having breakfast or is getting ready for class. We’re too small to touch the elevator buttons, so we have to take the stairs to a higher level. Umbridge’s office is on  the -2^nd  floor, like all teacher’s offices are. It takes us just a few minutes to arrive  there, and with a sigh of relief I see that the door is ajar, like always;  That way, Umbridge is the first to know when something happens on the -2^nd floor. I sneak in with Lotte following. Umbridge is standing in front of one of the bookshelves, looking into one of the student files. I climb on the desk and push some papers of it. Umbridge turns around. “Aarhg! You filthy little animal! Who let you in?” She holds a book in her hands and tries to smack me off of the desk, but right before she gets the chance to do so, Lotte throws some books out of a shelf. Umbridge turns around and sees the other ferret. “We need to get her out of here.” I think. “Let’s go to the -3^rd floor.” I hear Lotte think. (We animagi can, while being an animal, still talk with each other by our thoughts.) At the same moment, we run to the door and slip out of the room. I take a look around and see that Umbridge is following us. I follow Lotte down to the -3^rd floor, where she runs to one end of the corridor and slips into a cupboard. Understanding the new plan I get in as soon as possible, with Umbridge following. I get out the moment Umbridge gets in, and behind me I can hear the door closing and getting locked. I turn around and see that Lotte already changed back to normal. As I see no-one but the two of us in the corridor, I also change back. “Hair.” Lotte points at my hair. “It’s still black and white.” Right. Turning into an animal goes perfectly fine, but when changing back, my hair always stays the color of the animal. I think about the way it needs to look; Long and reddish brown.  “Yep. Back to normal again. Anyway, what do we do with things we don’t like?” “We put it in a cupboard.” I answer while giving Lotte a high five. “C’mon, let’s go check on the twins.”

Back at the -2^nd floor I see the twins looking through the keyhole from Umbridge’s office. Apparently they already released Mrs. Norris. “How’s the show?” Lotte asks, and while the boys make space between them, she kneels to take a look through the keyhole. “Where did you leave the cage?” I kneel next to Lotte and also take a look through the keyhole. Mrs. Norris already made a big mess and the floor is now patterned with green, yellow and blue colored paw prints. “Oh, it’s right here. We borrowed Harry’s invisibility cloak.” Fred pets on something I’m not able to see, but the sound makes clear the cage is right next to the door. “She’s really making an amazing mess of the office. Sometimes that cat can be awesome.” “Definitely.”
            “We should go upstairs, otherwise we might get busted, and I’m not really in for an hour detention with Umbridge and some dementors.” I say. “Okay, but wait a second.” George grabs his wand out of his pocket, pulls the invisibility cloak off of the cage and point his wand at the now visible cage. “Reducio.” The cage shrinks until it’s the size of a dice. George grabs it and put it in his bag, together with the cloak of invisibility. “Okay, let’s go.”

“Just wondering, what have you done with Umbridge?” George asks, while we walk upstairs to the -1^st floor. “What we always do with things we don’t like.” I say, smiling. “You’ve put Umbridge in a cupboard? That’s genius.” “It was Tubbs’ idea.” George turns to Lotte and smiles. “You’re a bloody genius.” “I know. Thanks.” 
            At the moment we get to the last step, a big three-headed dog steps into our sight and starts growling at us. “Ah, it’s Fluffy! We’re gonna die!” Fred and George step forward and George throws a piece of meat at the dog. Fluffy catches it in the air and sits down. “Okay, c’mon.” George grabs Lotte’s arm and pulls her with him to the next stairs, while Fred does the same with me. “What’s wrong with Fluffy? Normally we can pass without being growled at.” “Don’t know. He almost ate a first year who was going to his locker ten minutes ago. I guess we’ll hear it soon one way or another.”
            We stop running when we arrive at the ground floor. The classes are starting in five minutes, so the corridors on this floor are really crowded. It’s a Thursday though, what means that I have the first period off, and I know from Lotte and the twins that they also have their first periods off. “Okay, atrium, auditorium or dormitories?” I ask, knowing the last option is not really an option, because that would mean we had to go back down. “What about going outside? It’s quite good weather for the month October and I’m not really in for sitting in any of these three spaces.” I understand what Lotte means. Sitting in the auditorium means a lecture from Binns, the supervising teacher, and sitting in the atrium probably means a lecture from Filch. “Yeah, maybe that’s a good idea.” I say, and so we walk towards the door.
            “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” A voice filled with disgust comes from behind us. This can only mean one thing; Dudley. I turn around. There he stands, with his two minions at his side, like always. “No. And if we had to, it would be none of your business.” I can’t stand that guy. He’s, like, the worst of all of them. The Slytherins, I mean. They are the worst people at the school, the ‘popular’ kids, the mean ones. Sometimes I even compare them to the Mobs, I mean, they’re that creepy and some of the Slytherins are also that criminal. “Well, I’m sorry. You didn’t step out at the wrong side of the bed, did you?” I only growl as an answer. “I didn’t meant to disturb your little double date. I’ll go now, if you want.” He turns around, but I’m not done with him yet. “You know, at least we can get a date. I mean, who would want to date an ugly cockroach like yourself?” “Nice one.” I hear from next to me. Dudley turns back around again, clearly offended. “I’m sorry?” “Apology accepted.” And with those words, I turn around and walk out of the door. 

Chapter 1; Seems like a plan

“NYAAAAAAAAAH!!!” I hear the most annoying sound I’ve ever heard right next to me. Maybe that’s why we choose Voldemort’s scream to be our alarm clock. “Becky!” “What?” “Can you please turn off the alarm clock?” I free my hand from under the covers and snooze the clock. “You put it on snooze, did ya?” “Yep.” “Good.”
            “NYAAAAAAAAH!!!” I guess I have fallen asleep again, because to me it seems like the clock only snoozed for 10 seconds instead of 10 minutes. I turn the alarm off this time and sit down in my bed. I rub the sleep out of my eyes and look around the room. Lotte is also sitting on her bed rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, while Chantal is still sleeping. I grab my pillow and throw it to her. “What?” Lotte starts laughing. “It’s 7 a.m. “ “’Kay.” When I look further I see that the fourth bed is already abandoned. “Hermione is already gone.” “Hmm… She’s probably in the atrium already, studying.” I stand up and grab some clothes. “What do you think; skinny jeans with that colored dress or the boyfriend jeans with a blouse?” I ask, looking into the mirror. “What about skinny jeans with a blouse. Then you could wear your Doc. Martens.” “Good idea, Tubbs, thanks.” I change my pajamas for this outfit and meanwhile I see Lotte doing the same with a cute dress and some nice heels. Chantal just keeps on lying in bed. I grab the water syringe that’s meant for the plants in our room and spray some water over Chantal’s head. She wakes up with a shock, and when she sees me  standing there with the syringe she jumps up and runs after me. I have already dropped the syringe and run down the stairs. “See you in the atrium, Tubbs!” I yell back to the room while I keep on running. I can hear Lotte laughing, and Chantal behind me yelling “I’m going to kill you!” I run through the door that leads to the corridor on the -5^th floor. I run to the elevators and jump in the first that opens. The door closes right before Chantal’s eyes. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist the urge to wake you up like that. See you later!”

Before I know it, the elevator is on the ground floor and I walk to the atrium. Because it’s just a quarter past seven, the atrium is almost abandoned, on a few students left. “Oi, Kreacher, can I have a sandwich with egg salad? Thank you very much.” I say when the old house-elf gives me one. While I walk towards the table where Hermione is sitting, I suddenly feel two arms around my neck. “We heard you sprayed Chantal with water to wake her up. Genius.” “You already heard that? It happened like, 5 seconds ago.” “Yeah, Chantal told us when she walked back to the dorm.” “Ah, in that way. Morning, Hermione.” The twins and I sit down at the same table.  “Is Lotte coming soon? We got a plan.” “She should come down in a minute or so. What’s it this time? A joke on Filch? A pool of mud in Umbridge’s office? Letting Fluffy eat something from the first years? Okay, I’m a horrible person. Filming Voldie while he’s dancing?” George starts laughing while Fred only looks at me with a smile and says: “You’re a genius, you know that?”
            “Who’s a genius?” Lotte walks towards the table with a sandwich in her hand. “I am, of course.” I say, smiling. “Beckett here was trying to guess the new plan.” George stops laughing and looks at me. “Yeah, by the way, filming Voldie while he’s dancing? I didn’t know he was a dancer.” “Oh, yeah, he’s a brilliant dancer. But Lucius Malfoy is even better.” You can hear the sarcasm in my voice. “We should really try to film that once. So, what’s the plan?” Lotte sits down next to me. “Beckett’s first guess.” “Joke on Filch?” “Yep.” I love it when they say the same thing at the same time. “You know Filch’s cat, right?” “Mrs. Norris?” “Yeah, she’s in our room now.” “We want to smuggle her in to Umbridge’s office.” “Another guess of Beckett that was, in fact, right.” “Smuggle something into Umbridge’s office?” “Put something in Umbridge’s office, yeah.” “Anyway, you know how Umbridge loves a clean, organized and pink office, right?” “We’re going to make it the opposite with some help of Mrs. Norris.” Lotte and I look at each other. I can tell from her eyes that she likes this plan just as much as I do. “We were able to put Mrs. Norris in a cage…” “She hates that.” “with some colored paint on the floor…” “She now has some nice colored paws.” “and we’re going to release her in Umbridge’s office…” “where she will make a mess to show her anger from putting her in a cage…” “and she will put some nice colored paw prints on the floor.” One more thing I love about the twins; how they fill in each other’s sentences. “Okay, sounds cool.” “I think Lotte and I can make sure Umbridge will not be in her office around, let’s say, a quarter past eight?” “I think we got a plan.”
            “You know, you four really should stop making plans like this. It’s just a matter of time before you’ll get expelled.” Right. I almost forget Hermione was still on the same table. “God, Hermione, why do you always have to be such a buzz kill?” A choir of four voices saying the same thing. How I love it when different minds think alike. “Seriously Hermione, we know it when we go too far” “I don’t know, George. Sometimes I wonder why you guys aren’t expelled yet.” “Hermione, trust us. We won’t go that far.” Hermione looks from the twins to Lotte and me, thinking about what George just said. She rolls her eyes and says “Okay, fine. I won’t say anything. But if you get expelled, remember that I’ve warned you.” She grabs the books that were lying on the table and walks out of the doors into the corridor.
            When she’s gone, Fred goes on where we just left off. “Anyway, you two can make sure Umbridge is out of her office by a quarter past eight?” “Yep.” “Okay, then we’ll see you back at her office around twenty past eight?” “Duh. Like we’re going to miss the show.” Lotte smiles while she says that. “Well, then we’re going to make some last preparations. See you later.” The twins stand up and walk away. “C’mon, we should also make some preparations to get Umbridge away of her office.”  I say while I stand up, pulling Lotte with me. “You know, I wonder if Chantal’s already gone. Or else she’s going to kill you.” “Neh, I think she’s already down here. Look.” “I point at the back of a girl who’s standing at the canteen, waiting for her sandwich. “Ah, other way around?” “Yep.” And so we turn around and walk out of the doors on the other side of the atrium.

“Okay, so, a plan. How are we going to distract Umbridge?” I’m walking up and down the room while Lotte sits on her bed. “We could ask her for help for our Dutch homework?” “No, she’ll see the trick. She’s not teaching the both of us.”
            I just keep on walking while thinking of a good plan, while suddenly, I feel a strange pain running through my left foot. “Ouch! Raven! You damned ferret!” In the corner of my eye I see Chantal’s pitch-black pet running to Chantal’s space of the room. Lotte has burst out laughing and is almost rolling over the floor. While she’s finally finished, she stands up, hiccupping from all the laughter. “I’m sorry, but I think that was Chantal’s revenge.” I sight. I should’ve known. But then I realize something. “We could change into ferrets!” Lotte stops her laughter abrupt and looks at me, not understanding what I just said. “I mean, we’re animagi. We could turn ourselves into ferrets to distract Umbridge.” Lotte thinks about it and she clearly likes the idea. “And then we could run into the office, show us to Umbridge, and run away so she’ll get after us!” We high five. “But wait, what if that doesn’t work?” “Umbridge doesn’t know we’re animagi. And if it happens that she thinks ‘Hmm, two ferrets, maybe it’s a trick. I should just go on with my work and let them ruin my office.’ we can always use some Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes merchandise.” “Okay, seems like a plan. What time is it?” I take a look at the alarm clock; seven past eight. “Time to start a joke.” I smile, and change into a ferret. 

A little introduction

My name is Becky van Leeuwen and I’m 16 years old. Like every girl of my age I go to high school. But my school is probably a bit different than yours. Just a bit. I mean, I have the normal subjects like Math, English, Chemistry. It’s mostly the teachers that are a bit different, and the way the teach us. What’s so different? Let’s say it’s like ‘a bit of magic here and a bit of death there’. You still don’t see what the difference is, do you? Okay then, here’s how a normal week looks like;

Monday, first break: “Oi, Chantal, how was P.E.?” I yell, when I see Chantal walking through the doors of the school. “Ah, you know, the usual. Voldie made us run 50 rounds, after which we had to make 200 sit-ups. I might have protested and had to duel with him. After that he killed someone. Again. How was Literature?” “Also the usual. One of the Marc’s [I’m in a class with 3 Marc’s] made him stutter badly again. Nobody knows what he was saying, so I just finished my book.” Chantal starts laughing. “Ha, I wonder how my 4^th period is going to be.” “Oh right, English from Quirrell, right? I don’t know, but I think that’s better than his Literature class.” “Well, I’d prefer McGonagall.” “Yeah, she’s an awesome teacher. Though I might have to go to English now, or I’ll get more work than the others.” I give her a hug. “See you in the lunch break. Say hi to Tubbs and Mone for me, ‘kay?”

Tuesday, lunch break: “I really liked Raxacoricofallapatorius. ‘Twas awesome!” Kayleigh, Simone and I are walking through the corridors on our way to our lunch spot; the end of the corridor next to the auditorium, where no-one else is having lunch. “You know, I can’t believe Raxacoricofallapatorius is the sister planet of Clom.” I say as an answer. “Oh, hey guys.” Almost everyone of the group is already on the spot; Lotte, Chantal, Laura, Lisanne, Kyra, Liza, Jos, Matthijs, Hermoine. “Hey guys!” Lotte hugs us. “Where are Harry and Ron?” “They walked right behind us.” Simone looks around while she says that. “Oh look, there they are.” “Sorry Hermoine, some Slytherin guys where holding us up.” “But then Moody turned Draco into a ferret.” Ron fills in. “Oh, again?” Hermoine makes a face in disgust. “Yeah, but don’t worry. McGonagall saw it and gave Moody a speech about how ‘we don’t  turn students into ferrets as their punishment’.” Before Hermione can start arguing, Kayleigh drops another subject. “Anyway, Astronomy class was awesome. The Doctor took us to Raxacoricofallapatorius where we had to make sketches from the planet and her species.” “It was really cool.” “Yeah, but still. Raxacoricofallapatorius, Clom. Clom, Raxacoricofallapatorius…” I say, still thinking about the names of the sister planets. Apparently everyone’s looking at me, not understanding, because Simone gives an explanation. “She doesn’t understand that one has the longest, most complicated name in the whole wide universe and the other one is just one simple syllable.” As an answer, everybody’s making noises meaning that they understand it. Meanwhile, somewhere a cell phone beeps. “Oh, that’s mine.” Lotte takes a look. “Oh, the twins are planning a joke on Filch.” She grabs my arm and together we walk away before anyone can protest.

Wednesday, lunch break: “Hey Becky, I just saw Lotte in the atrium, she’s buying a sandwich at the canteen, she said you guys went to 1599. That’s awesome!” Kayleigh walks towards me. “Yeah, we met Shakespeare. Nice guy.” “We had to defeat the Carrionites by screaming Expelliarmus! Haha. By the way, I think Kreacher really hates me. He wouldn’t give me the change. Dobby hit him with a frying pan and gave me my change.” Lotte has come back from buying a sandwich. “It was really funny. Though I don’t understand why Queen Elizabeth I was so angry and we had to go to the TARDIS as soon as possible…” “So you’ve also met Queen Elizabeth?” “No, we had to run away from Queen Elizabeth. That’s something different.” I just stand there watching the girls argue with each other. “You know, this is one of the reasons why I love you guys.” I say, smiling. “Anyway, I have to go to P.E. Tonks said we we’re going to try to play Quidditch, even though most of the class does not know how to fly a broom.” Kayleigh and Lotte start laughing. “Well, good luck then.” I give the girls a hug and walk to parking lot to get my bike.

Thursday, third break: “Hey guys, Art class after the break. Woohoo.” Lisanne, Laura and I are the only ones at the lunch spot. “Ah well, it’s just Trelawney with her Inner Eye. I mean, nothing is more creepy than Voldemort as your Art teacher.” “Yeah, and I don’t think her class can get worse than my German class from last period. Lockhart let us discover what the German word was for Cornish Pixies by releasing some. I think he’s still busy catching the last ones.” “Oh right, Lisanne, you got German from Lockhart. Poor you.” I have to resist the urge to start laughing. “Oh, he’s a horrible teacher, but I think Chantal got a worse one for French. She’s got Alecto Carrow.” Laura shivers. “I think I must be very happy with not having French or German.” I can hear the bell ring for the next period. “Shall we go to class? I wonder what Trelawney is letting us create this time.”

Friday, first break:  “Hey guys, Lupin is sick again, so that means no Latin today.” Simone sits down. “Great, that means 3 periods of nothing and history class instead of Classic Culture. Though the last thing is not that bad. I heard we would continue the trip to 1599 today.” I think of what happened Wednesday. “Hey, I heard Lupin is sick.” Lotte drops her bag and sits down next to me. “Has anyone ever noticed that he’s sick once a month? It’s like he’s having a period or something.” Everybody thinks about what Lotte said. “Or he’s a werewolf. I mean, it’s a full moon tonight.” I say after a little time of silence. “Hmm, who knows. Anyway, I think I should go to the other building. If I’m too late Moody’s going to turn me into a ferret. See you guys later.” Even though Simone and I are too lazy to get up, Lotte hugs us and walks away. “So, shall we go to the library and study or are we going to hang out in our dorm?” “Dorm please. Madame Pinch is not there today, and the Bloody Baron is scary as hell.”

Now, if you haven’t skipped the above, you should probably get that our school is different than others. And these were just a few chats about the teachers and the classes. You should also know that Kreacher and Dobby are just two of the house-elves working in the canteen. Yep, house-elves. That’s not weird at all, I mean, there are also ghosts and talking portraits at our school. A few portraits and ghosts are even teachers.
            Let’s see, what should you know more… Oh right. At my school we got 6 years. I’m in my 5^th year, which makes me a Junior. But that was not what I was going to tell. In the last 3 years, everyone follows the subjects he or she chooses next to the subjects that are chosen by the school. These required school subjects are Dutch and English, Literature, Math, Classical Culture and a Classical langue (Latin or Greek) or both, if you like. Two of the most popular optional subjects are History and Astronomy. What’s actually quite funny, because in the first 3 years, History is the most boring and awful subject and Astronomy is not in your set of subjects yet. Then why are these two so popular in the latest years? Well, first thing is the teacher; The Doctor. His real name is actually Barty Crouch Jr., but he prefers to be called The Doctor. Only if you want his dark side to show, you should call him Barty. The three teachers in the first 3 years are a ghost who only gives lectures, and ghost who’s head is half cut off, and a portrait. Anyway, the second thing is that you really travel through time and space. The Doctor has this machine called the TARDIS, short for Time And Relative Dimension In Space. It looks like a blue police box, but it’s way bigger on the inside. Like the most rooms in our school. And like the school itself. I’ll come to that later. Anyway, in the History classes we travel to the time we need to know facts about for on the tests. In the Astronomy classes we travel to planets where we have to make sketches and interview the species living there. It’s a lot of fun.
            Okay, the bigger on the inside thing. Well, on the outside our school is a small building with four floors, but on the inside it’s a lot bigger. In fact, there are 6 floors above the ground, then you have the locker room right beneath it, and beneath that we have the dormitories. I thought the building has in its total like 10 or 11 floors, but there might be some more floors that are unknown to most students. There is a special P.E. building a few hundred meters away, but that’s normal in size; more schools use it for their P.E. classes.
            In fact, there are a lot of things you should know about my school and everyone and everything inside it, but I’m just going to let you find out the rest yourself. Deal?

What if our teachers got replaced by Harry Potter characters?

Okay, so here I'm going to post my new fanfic. It does not have an offical title yet, so ideas are welcome. Anyway, it's about how my school/life would be like if the teachers of my school got replaced by Harry Potter characters. I'll start with posting the prologue called "A little introduction". But first, a little disclaimer.

I do not own any of the characters. The most of them are created by J.K. Rowling and a few others are from the BBC serie Doctor Who. Also, there will  be some quotes from Harry Potter or Doctor Who or some other series, and this I also do not own. Everything on here is based on the Harry Potter books and a few tv-series, mixed with my own life and my imagination. No seriously, my mind is one big bowl of wibbly wobbly, cracky wacky, stuff. And that was a Doctor Who quote (well, partly rewritten) so I do now own that sentence.

Well, here we go. I hope you like it.

Ps. I'm still a Dutch girl and am not the best in English, so if you find any mistake, please tell me.