((None of you probably know what this is, so I'll have to explain it. Just great.
Since my first full-length fanffic, "In The Background," is on hiatus until July, I've decided to have some fun. Basically, this is one of a series of one-shot drabbles that I've spit out the past couple days. It's a fanfic based on a fanfic. Yes, I'm THAT clever. If you want to read everything, just let me know and I'll message you the list.
So, here goes. Just so you know, only Hailey is my own invention. Everyone else owns themselves. If they didn't, I probably wouldn't be sitting here right now.))
"Harry, have you looked in a mirror recently?" Hailey asked, trying to be nonchalant. Lucky for her, her twin brother was thick as a post.
"No. Why?" Harry scratched at his forehead, just over his right eye.
"You have gray hair." She could hardly keep a straight face.
"No, it's black, just like it's always been."
"We'll see about that." She walked up to him and reached up to his forehead. There was that one stubborn tuft of hair that always covered the scar. She reached for it and yanked, a little harder than she needed to.
"OW!"
"See? It's gray."
"So? You didn't have to pull so hard."
"It means, Harry Potter, that you are officially old."
"The hair being gray or you yanking it from my scalp?"
"This," she said shoving the one gray hair in his face. "And there's lots more where it came from."
"I'd rather you didn't start yanking my hair out."
"Bit too late for that, isn't it?"
"Touche."
Hailey threw away the hair and left, muttering something along the lines of "old fart."
Since my first full-length fanffic, "In The Background," is on hiatus until July, I've decided to have some fun. Basically, this is one of a series of one-shot drabbles that I've spit out the past couple days. It's a fanfic based on a fanfic. Yes, I'm THAT clever. If you want to read everything, just let me know and I'll message you the list.
So, here goes. Just so you know, only Hailey is my own invention. Everyone else owns themselves. If they didn't, I probably wouldn't be sitting here right now.))
"Harry, have you looked in a mirror recently?" Hailey asked, trying to be nonchalant. Lucky for her, her twin brother was thick as a post.
"No. Why?" Harry scratched at his forehead, just over his right eye.
"You have gray hair." She could hardly keep a straight face.
"No, it's black, just like it's always been."
"We'll see about that." She walked up to him and reached up to his forehead. There was that one stubborn tuft of hair that always covered the scar. She reached for it and yanked, a little harder than she needed to.
"OW!"
"See? It's gray."
"So? You didn't have to pull so hard."
"It means, Harry Potter, that you are officially old."
"The hair being gray or you yanking it from my scalp?"
"This," she said shoving the one gray hair in his face. "And there's lots more where it came from."
"I'd rather you didn't start yanking my hair out."
"Bit too late for that, isn't it?"
"Touche."
Hailey threw away the hair and left, muttering something along the lines of "old fart."
Apparently, there is suppose to be more Muggle classes like painting at Hogwarts. But the Ministry refused because our last Muggle Studies professor got killed by Lord Voldemort (sorry) and they think we should learn more magic than learning what Muggles do.
I want you guys' opinion if you, the students and professors, want more Muggle classes. More magic classes. Or both.
In my opinion, we should even out the magic classes and Muggle classes. Either way, we can fit in with Muggles and understand their world. I don't think the Ministry should be keeping us away and marrying Muggles. Without them, our kind would of wiped out like death.
I want you guys' opinion if you, the students and professors, want more Muggle classes. More magic classes. Or both.
In my opinion, we should even out the magic classes and Muggle classes. Either way, we can fit in with Muggles and understand their world. I don't think the Ministry should be keeping us away and marrying Muggles. Without them, our kind would of wiped out like death.