Time to Meet 'im? AHH No!
Author: Sykra Sawyer
Date: 01-27-02 02:15

As the three Ravenclaws left the Great Hall, Aradia headed for class whilst Cho and Sykra headed for the Ravenclaw common room to do their homework. When they got there, they took a seat at a corner table.

"That wasn't very nice..." Sykra said after a few minutes of silence.

Cho looked confused. "What wasn't?"

"You know wot I'm talking about!"

"Wha-oh yeah..." Cho grinned. "Oh come on girl...he's a friend of mine...who likes you!" She laughed as Sykra mumbled Woteva... "He does! Honest!"

"I don't care..." Sykra laid her head on the table, going into her daze again. "I don't wanna meet him in the gardens later..."

"What...ah...the time!" Cho scrambled to put her things, along with Sykra's out of the way. She had just realized it was time to meet Orlando. She started to head out the door, then stopped to wait for Sykra.

"I'm not going..."

"Sykra! You are too! Now get up!"

"Don't wanna..."

"He's only meeting us because of you..."

"Don't care..."

"Sykra..."

"You go ahead...I'll wait and go with Aradia...okay?"

Cho sighed. She knew she wasn't going to win. "Fine...But you better come!" She walked out the door.

Sykra waited until she knew for sure that Cho was gone, then rushed up the stairs to her dormitory. She started get ready to meet Orlando. AKK! Wot in bloo'y 'ell is wrong with me! She thought to herself suddenly. I never get this way about guys...guys are...well...they come after Quidditch 'n' school 'n' stuff... Sykra smacked herself in the head before going downstairs, where, much to her dismay, stood Aradia waiting for her.

"Cho told me you were waiting for me..." Aradia stopped. "You okay?"

Sykra grumbled. "Fine...let's get this over with..."

"Okay okay...in the words of you...Chillax girl!" And with that the two went to meet Cho and Orlando in the gardens.

Morning Classes, Tuesday the 17th
Author: Majandra
Date: 01-27-02 13:06

After having no real sleep the night before, Majandra still somehow managed to make it to Charms class on time. Between her sleep deprived state and her thoughts on Dobby, by the time class was over, Majandra wasn't exactly certain what Professor Flitwick had discussed nor was she clear on what the homework assignment was. Walking from Charms to Herbology, Majandra forced herself to scribble a reminder to ask someone about the Charms homework.

Once in the greenhouse for Herbology, Majandra just sort of stood in a zombie-like daze. Occasionally someone would poke her to bring her attention back to what they were doing but her mind would quickly be elsewhere. At one point Majandra did comment to the person next to her how cute it would be if she could get enough one of the plants to form a giant sock shape with Dobby's name across it. All that accomplished, however, was the person made a sort of gagging noise, started snickering and moved away from Majandra.

When Herbology finally ends, that means Majandra has three hours before History of Magic. Taking the socks she made for her Dobby Wobby, Majandra heads for the kitchen. She stands in front of the painting which marks the kitchen entrance trying to remember which fruit to tickle. Too many other thoughts cloud her mind so she ends up starting on the left side of the painting and working to the right side, trying each piece of fruit as she goes. It takes several tries but she finally gets it right and enters the kitchen.

Kitchen elves are everywhere and offering her anything she wants to eat or drink but Majandra ignores them all. Her eyes scan the room finally alighting on Dobby. She grins broadly, suddenly feeling very happy. Majandra holds out the socks to him, "I made you some socks. I hope you like them but if you don't I'll stay up all night and make you more."

A delighted Dobby takes the socks, "Dobby be thanking you but Dobby no be knowin' the miss's name. So many students at Hogwarts to be rememberin' all da names."

Majandra gives a dreamy sigh. "Majandra, Majandra Fine. But you can call me whatever you want. I'm sure it will be wonderful."

Just then the kitchen elf Winky appears. "Dobby no be needin' more socks. House elfs not be needing they own things. Not be natural. Weeze happy like we are. Miss better be goin' afore she gets caught. Winky heard a professor be comin' to the kitchen this mornin'. Miss be in big trouble."

Dobby nods his head. "Yes, Dobby hear same thing. Winky wrong though. Dobby do love his own things. Dobby never have enough socks. Be thanking Ma.. Maj... Majdra. Dobby make sure coast is clear for Majdra to leave." Dobby helps Majandra out of the kitchen without being seen. He thanks her several more times before turning and hurrying back to his work, which he proudly tells her he gets paid to do. Majandra watches his leave, feeling heartbroken that she can't spend all her time before History with him. As she walks back to Gryffindor House, she earns several strange stares as well as laughter when she's overheard muttering about that hussy of a kitchen elf Winky and if Winky thinks Majandra's giving up her Dobby Wobby without a fight then Winky better think again.

Majandra goes straight to her room, no thought of food crossing her mind, as she gets to work making Dobby a scarf to match one of the socks she gave him.

Tuesday, Ancient Runes
Author: Prof. Sorcha
Date: 01-27-02 14:36

Sorcha had become used to teaching her classes by now. She had found that the students really liked this class. For one main reason, no homework.

That would soon be changing. Homework is a part of the course, it just isn't a lot of it. Until you get to the end of the course and you had to translate pages of them. That was still some time off.

In her first class on Tuesday there was a student that seemed to love ancient runes. His name was Pete Marsh. He was a bright young lad. Even though he was a Slytherin, Sorcha had no trouble with him.

Some way through the first morning class Pete asked, "Professor Sorcha? Which rune layout do you prefer? Is the three rune method, for example, better than the seven rune method?"

Sorcha turned to him and thought for a moment. "It looks like some one has been reading ahead a little. The method that is used depends on the user, it also depends on the application. Also. I am teaching runes as a language, not for use in magic."

Pete seemed satisfied by the answer and Sorcha finished the class. After that class, there was one more for the day. It passed smoothly with no mentionable activaties.

2 PM Potions - Dropping the H Bomb
Author: Pyrrhus
Date: 01-27-02 15:28

**This is a joint post by Clara Devaki and Pyrrhus Fine.**

After Clara and Tempest had informed Py they had a test coming up in Potions, the three had put there heads together to finish planning their scheme against that arrogant, know-it-all, frizzy-haired, Mudblood Granger.

A couple of days before the test, Tempest, who'd shown an unnatural ability to lift things that don't belong to her, had managed to get a sample of Granger's writing. Py and Clara, who both have an uncanny talent for copying other people's handwriting, had worked together to write up the key piece to their plan.

As Clara and Tempest enter the Potions classroom the day of the test, Tempest stumbles just as she passes Granger. Books and papers scatter. Both Granger and Tempest move to gather them back up. Typical of a Slytherin, as Clara watches she mutters something about egghead Mudbloods who take up too much room and get in people's way. Granger looks as though she's got a retort to make but just then Professor Snape enters.

Snape tells the class to hand in their essay assignments along with their completed tests. He turns a blackboard around and reveals the test discussion questions and the students immediately set to work writing their tests. Halfway through the class period, Granger is the first, as usual, to hand in her test. As instructed, she turns her essay in along with the test then returns to her seat, takes a book from her satchel and begins reading. Snape grades the test then moves on to the essay. A moment later his eyes have narrowed to a dagger-filled glare. The sound of pens scribbling goes quiet when Snape hisses angrily.

"Miss Granger, to my desk this instant!"

A look of puzzlement on her face, Hermoine puts her pen down and walks up to the professor's desk. Every ear in class strains to hear what's said next.

"Would you care to explain this?"

Granger peers at the paper he waves in front of her. "Explain what? I don't know what that is."

Snape's face goes crimson as he explodes. "This is what is known as a crib sheet, a cheat sheet, Miss Granger. Written in your hand and directly beneath your essay. Foolishly forgot to hide it away before handing in your papers. The explanation now, Miss Granger. Then after what I'm sure is a pathetic excuse we'll discuss your punishment."

And Pigs Might Fly!!
Author: Hagrid
Date: 01-27-02 16:33

Once upon a time, many years ago there was a wizard who was a little down on his luck.

His spells wouldn't work.
His bank account at Gringotts was overdrawn.
He was in trouble with the Ministry of Magic for selling spells to Muggles.

As luck would have it he begged a meal at a farmhouse and the kind farmer's wife took pity on him and gave him something to eat.

Three weeks later he was still at the farmhouse and by now the farmer was getting a little fed up.

The wizard was not only useless at spells he was far too lazy to be of any use on the farm.

The farmer's wife liked him though.

He told such stories and generally made the place cheerful.

Then one fine morning he began telling his hosts how he had once been a famous wizard.

The farmer uttered the famous words, "Yeah and pigs might fly."

Hagrid chased the pigs around the pig pen and managed to fall over in the muck a couple of times before getting his precious little bundles into their boxes ready for today's class.

"Flying pigs," he chuckled to himself..."I know they don't fly more than a couple a feet off the ground but the little ones will love 'em."

He thought for a bit.

"Bugger...I hope I have got a class today."

Preparing a Report
Author: Jarl Hrafnkel
Date: 01-27-02 16:59

Once again Jarl found himself in the common room preparing a report for a class. This time it was Runic Studies.

Each furhark has only sixteen distinct letters, four of which represent the vowel symbols. Two of the vowels had no distinct graphs and could be interchanged with consonants with their sound being dictated by relationships of the vireos characters. Some characters are interchangable allowing the Old Norse word 'eftir' to be spelled aftir, iftir, aiftir auftir, uftir,and huftir just to name a few variants. It is unfortunate that it then becomes more difficult to translate, and you will often find experts having widely differing interpretations of runic text. At a place called Timans in Gotland, Sweden is found on a sandstone mould for casting metal the inscription :origa:ulfair:krikiar:iaursalir:islat:serklat. Being two unusual personal names followed by what appears to be words which translate to Greeks, Jerusalem, Iceland, and Serkland. Serkland being another eastern country. This and additional accompanying text have experts in something of a quandary.

I look over my source Vikings: Records, Memorials and Myths by R.I. Page, and think to myself, "Guess this guy's long winded." I remove my glasses and look up to see who else is in the common room looking for an excuse to put off the report till later.

2-3 PM Trouble in Potions
Author: Hermione Granger
Date: 01-27-02 20:36

Snape's voice boomed as he demanded, "The explanation now, Miss Granger. Then after what I'm sure is a pathetic excuse we'll discuss your punishment."

Her face turning a bright red, Hermione struggled to come up with an explanation. It didn't help that she knew that everyone in the class was watching her. Their eyes felt like daggers in her back.

"I...I...didn't write that cheat sheet, Prof. Snape," she stammered, her lower lip quivering.

"You would dare lie to me when I can plainly see that this page has been written by your hand!" Snape snarled, throwing the paper at her followed by her essay.

Hermione's hands shook. She had no idea how that cheat sheet had gotten in with her essay, nor how it happened to be written in her handwriting.

"Miss Granger," he continued, narrowing his eyes at her. "For your inexcusable actions, I am forced to punish you." His lip curled into a jeering smile.

"Prof. Snape! I've never cheated before!" A very upset Hermione interjected, slamming a hand down onto his desk.

Snape's gaze shifted to her hand, noticing that her knuckles had turned white. Looking Hermione in the eye, he spat angrily, "But today was the perfect day to start..."

"No! I didn't cheat!" Hermione was on the verge of tears.

"A cheat sheet surely explains how you've been able to complete an exam before any normal student. It seems like this time you weren't careful, Miss Granger."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, "Please, Prof. Snape. You must believe me. I did not write that cheat sheet!"

Ignoring her words, he haughtily continued, "For cheating on my exam, Miss Granger, you have cost your house fifty points!"

A few groans escaped the lips of some of her classmates, while low cheers erupted from the Slytherins.

"And, Miss Granger," Snape said, grinning ever so slightly as he reached for his quill. "You have just earned yourself an F." He scribbled the letter onto her test and threw the paper at her.

Hermione's face immediately changed from crimson to white. An F. Hermione Granger did not get Fs. She didn't cheat either, but Snape would never believe her. She swallowed hard, wiping away a tear that had fallen down her cheek. Turning away, she started to walk back to her desk to gather up her things. She didn't want to run out and have the Slytherins another thing to laugh at, but she didn't want to stay in that dungeon one moment longer.

"Oh, Miss Granger," Snape smirked.

Hermione turned to face him, trying her hardest not to glare at him.

"I'm not finished with you yet. You will retake the exam tomorrow afternoon under my supervision. You will only be able to receive half credit for it, for that's the price a cheater pays," he sneered, pausing for a moment.

"Then, you will serve detention in my office everyday for a month! Let that be a lesson to anyone who dares break rules in my classroom." His eyes shifted from Hermione to the rest of his students, who immediately started working on their exams again.

"Miss Granger, I hope you are fully aware that cheating is frowned upon by the entire school. Consider yourself lucky that you will not be expelled for your foolish behavior. I will see you in my office tomorrow afternoon. Good-bye, Miss Granger." And with that, Snape busied himself with some work at his desk.

Hermione bit her bottom lip, trying her best to control herself from crying. She didn't dare look at Ron or Harry, who were some of the only students not to have continued working on their exams. Gathering up her things, Hermione stormed out of the dungeon and ran straight back to the common rooms where she immediately flung herself onto her bed in the dorm. She remained there the rest of the night.

More Trouble in Potions 2-3 PM
Author: Majandra
Date: 01-28-02 01:00

As class started, Majandra was working very hard to stay focused on writing the answers to the test questions. Her urge was to fill up the paper with Majandra loves Dobby. The little voice in her mind kept telling her Snape would box her ears on the spot if she did and that her grades were already suffering. With all the strength of will she could muster Majandra concentrated on the test.

By the time Professor Snape was angrily calling Hermione to his desk, Majandra had a full blown migraine from fighting to keep herself from writing anything but test answers. At first, Majandra feels a little relieved at being able to pay attention to something other than the test. After Snape roared at Hermione about cheating, Majandra was in shock along with others who are Hermione's friends and felt guilty for feeling relieved at a reason to take a break.

For the next few seconds, Majandra's thoughts centered on Hermione. But only for a few seconds. "Hermione would never cheat... would she? She does make alot of perfect grades. No! Hermoine is not a cheater. It's obvious from just talking to her she's really smart. I hope Dobbykins will like the scarf I'm making. Maybe he'd prefer more socks? Focus, Majandra! The test. Back to the test. Worry about Hermione later. Obsess about Dobby Wobby after the test. Potions test. Just think about Potions."

Already sleep deprived, already feeling drained, it was all Majandra could do to return her attention to the test and complete it. She painstakingly worked until Snape barked out the order to turn in all papers. Majandra turned in the test and essay assignment, grabbed up her book bag and started towards the Great Hall to eat. Somewhere along the way Majandra's feet changed directions and once more all thoughts of food went out of her head. She had a scarf to finish.

Success!
Author: Clara Devaki
Date: 01-27-02 21:05

It was all Clara and Tempest could do to keep from bursting into laugher. They snicked as they watched Hermione leave the dungeon. Both Slytherins knew she would be in complete tears. The two girls kept grinning at each other, wanting the class to end so they could tell Pyrrhus of their success.

As soon as the class ended, Clara and Tempest rushed up the stairs. Normally they waited and walked out with Malfoy, but they had to find Pyrrhus.

"Did you see her face?" Clara burst out laughing as they made their way to the Slytherin common room.

"Of course!" Tempest snickered. "I was watching every moment!"

"That was sooo fun! Wonder if Py has got anymore revenges he needs help with, or maybe he can somehow help us get those bloody Ravenclaws...Thanks to them we lost 20 points!"

"I know! Well, at least Gryffindor just lost 50! But Yeah! Revenge is sweet!"

"It is!" Clara laughed as they reached the door to their common room. "Oh, there's Py!" They rushed to tell him the success of the scheme.

Lunch
Author: Amerah Patterson
Date: 01-27-02 21:13

I sit down beside with my classmates at lunch. Some of the older students are talking about their visit to Hogsmeade. I don't really feel like listening because I really wish I could have gone. A good family friend lives there, and I wish I could have seen her. However, the discussion then turns to another discussion, which I am happy to talk about--QUIDDITCH!! We eagerly talk about our goals for this year.

Chatter in the Lunchroom
Author: Hannah Abbott
Date: 01-27-02 21:48

Hannah sat at the Hufflepuff table with her friends eating lunch. They were still talking about the Hogsmeade trip. Mostly about their walk home and being escorted by such good looking guys. The topic then changed to Quidditch and the up coming season. "I can't wait to take the field and play a game," Hannah said excitedly. "We don't have our first game until December though." "At least you have practices to look forward to," commented Brownyn. She had a dreamy look on her face. Of course we all knew what she was thinking about, Toby.