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Chapter 2- History of Magic
You know what? I would never in my life, had expected History of Magic to be so fun. Spatula’s? Clothes pegs? Complete and utter madness? I really hadn’t had so much fun like, ever. Which is why I was so reluctant to put on the “armour” or what it really was, pots and pans, at first. And also explains why I was so critical of the weirdness of the lesson and initially, the teacher. But that didn’t last long. Although I think I had more fun then I did learning anything. But who cares really when the enjoyment you got out of it was so much more then education. Or at least it was for the first lesson, I had to learn something somewhere. You know, I’m not a swot or anything *whistles*. You’ll find I do this a lot. Ramble. My thoughts end up everywhere so get used to it. Some people may call me an airhead, but I’m really not, I just have no common sense and get easily distracted, like I am right now. Did I just basically describe an Airhead then? Anyway back to what actually happened in the lesson…..
So once Professor Lainey The absolute genius had lead the class outside, me staying with Aiden and Prefect Nancy, them shoving a saucepan on my head, my mind was still not totally sure that I was going to enjoy this lesson one bit. Wasn’t school for like, learning and not for stupid activities? How wrong I was. A battle. That was what we were told we were doing. Just a battle. Everyone were our enemies, no matter your house or year. All for themselves basically. Sounded good to me. We were practically left to our own vices. Use whatever weapons you had and protect yourselves with whatever means you can. So who better to be my first victim enemy then a certain Slytherin Captain? That’s right Oliver Greenwood. You were going down.
I charged, quite literally, towards someone whom I hardly knew. Oh come on, it was all in good fun wasn’t it? And my weapon of choice? A pillow. That’s right, a duck feather filled pillow. Well Lainey did say that no one was meant to get hurt. The next minute I knew, he had ended on the floor. Pfft….Wuss. Little did I know that some Gryffindor was on his way to rescue him. Hmph. Not fair. And then Oliver destroyed the bloomin pillow *pouts* I was pretty much left defenceless and laughing my head off in the middle of the Hogwarts grounds. Not that it was too hard to have him distracted, there were tons of people after the captain, I only had Aiden to watch out for. Well I did for a little while, then some crazy Ravenclaws were on my case and for only first years, they were more vicious then the older students.
But HE That’s Oliver to you took the opportunity to get revenge whilst I was far too distracted with my Ravvie friend. I was on the ground within seconds. A pillow to the back and SPLAT. The grass was certainly my friend for the entirety of that lesson. and apparently, clothes pegs were my enemy. Mhmm…I had to blink a few times to work out what they were too. I certainly loved that pillow for the hours we were out in the grounds even if the feathers were seeping out everywhere and most of them had ended in my hair.
3 enemies later and a few more worn out pillows, I had someone new to face…..Cue Spatulaclaw. Or as she is better known by everyone else, Vashti Greenwell. Quite frankly scary with a spatula even if she was only a second year. She even faked the most dramatic death I had ever seen just so that I would surrender and she could attack me with that evil kitchen Utensil, renamed the “Spatula of Doom.” Oh yeah we were that cool.
But you can never have fun for too long before its brought to an end. Sadly school entitles other lessons that aren’t just History of Magic and the lesson was drawn to a close, though I really could have spent the rest of the school year there. There’s always next time right?
*wink*
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