Colours, Homework, Fanfiction
I know it’s cheating to post things from fanfiction, but… this struck me as such a good way to get out of handing in homework…
Harry sighed and lay his head down on the table in Trangfig, seconds later everyone else in the room had their heads down. Professor McGonagall finished writing the notes and Harry could tell she was going to turn around, so he closed his eyes and waited. “Wake up!” Professor McGonagall shrieked, “All of you wake up!”Harry slowly blinked his eyes open and sat up, looking around the room in confusion….like everyone else.
“Where am I?” Blaise Zabini, a shy Slytherin who had no ambition—at all, asked quietly.
“Who are all of you?” asked Terry Boot, a Ravenclaw with a knack for failing…well…everything.
“Who am I?” Harry demanded, hoping his voice came out as innocent as Blaise and Terry’s. It did, and then the whole class erupted into questions regarding their identity.Professor McGonagall was staring at the class in horrified confusion. She held up her hands, her head bobbing up and down with her labored breathing.
“All of you stay here,” she urged in a panicked voice, “I’ll be right back.”
“Where is here!” A boy Harry only knew as Sessisalian—a Hufflepuff, from Harry’s magic class—demanded in near hysteria. Professor McGonagall groped with something to say for a moment and then ran out of the room with whoosh and a panic.Sessisalian and his friends, the Outkasts of Hufflepuff, jumped out of their desks and ran over to the door, to check the hallway.
“All clear!” Sessisalian’s friend, Mark, yelled.
“Thank you all,” Sessisalian said with all the grace of someone getting a Grammy, “I appreciate you taking part in this diversion, and you will get your money after I finish my Potion’s essay.”Then without further ado, Sessisalian abandoned ship.
“Class dismissed!” Mark yelled, and within two minutes, the entire room was cleared out, except for Little Miss Moon, expert deceiver, who was to lead the teachers on a wild goose chase, so everyone wouldn’t get caught.
~Chapter Nineteen, “Something Lost, Something Found,” lunakatrina
I saw a man wander past earlier today, in a work shirt and trousers. This in itself wasn’t unusual - it was the fact that the shirt was a brilliant, astonishingly vivid purple, while the trousers were a warm brown. I thought, “there goes a man who is colorblind.”
