Spell 001 | Harry Potter | Behind on Homework

[hero_complexed]

[ There is a boy seated at a small desk in a darkened room scribbling away on a piece of parchment surrounded by books. He stops writing only to pull out more Parchment and starting to write on that. It isn't long before he grabs more parchment and abandons the other piece. He starts writing faster now as the stack of books begins to grow in height as does the blank parchment. ]

[ He's not writing fast enough, however as the stacks continue to grow and grow until they can no longer continue up and topple over-spilling all over the classroom floor. Somehow, when they toppled they took Harry's half-completed homework with them and all the papers and books are scattered all over the floor. When he goes to sort through them again the papers seem quite insistent on staying where they are and a few even try to bite the poor kid. ]

[ They rearrange themselves on the floor and the essay he had been writing shows itself at last. He doesn't think anything of it as it waves to him and stalks forward to grab it, only it disappears and then reappears on top of the chandelier, still waving and now it even feels like it's giggling while it's so far out of his reach. ]

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[waterfell]

[Harry, remember that girl, always does great on tests? Rumored 300 IQ? Constantly at the top of the class? No, not Hermione.

No? That's OK, because despite the bright blue of the Ravenclaw uniform, and despite being the right age of fifteen in this dream, Harry has never seen this girl before. Ami's lips curve upward in a faint smirk as she takes stock of the chaos in the room.

She always gets her homework done promptly.]

Letting homework build up like this is a sign of laziness. Ravenclaw will certainly pull ahead in the house rankings at this rate.

[hero_complexed]

It's not my fault. [ Harry isn't taking his eyes off the piece of parchment that is currently waving at him. ] I've had detention every night this week-Detention that started at six and went on until passed midnight.

...I think she wants me to fail. [ He pulls his wand out of his pocket and points it at the homework taunting him. ]

Accio Potions Essay! [ ...nothing happens. ]

[waterfell]

Doesn't that mean you earned it?

[She does not have much sympathy for the famous boy-who-gets-excused-for-every-rule-he-breaks-just-because-it's-him-and-he's-special. She knows where that above-justice attitude leads.

She knows Tsukino Usagi.

Nonetheless, her voice stays light and airy as she continues to enjoy the sight of his struggle.]

Be good this time, and maybe the homework will like you better!

[hero_complexed]

But I didn't even do anything. She gave me a detention for saying Voldemort's back-which he is.

[ Totally unjustified. ]

It's not my fault the ministry won't admit the truth.

[waterfell]

[That's different. How many times have her own warnings been brushed aside, disbelieved; how many times has she even been hated for them? Against her will, she feels a sneaking understanding.

However, she is no longer nearly as noble as Harry. And she is, perhaps, frustrated.]

Then the consequences will be on their heads. [She should have been in Slytherin, really... but she wasn't always like this.]

[hero_complexed]

Yeah, I guess. I don't see why I should serve detention for it. [ Especially if that old toad is going to make him cut open his hand every night. He's going to have a permanent scar there. ]

How am I supposed to get any of my homework done with detentions that run past my curfew?

[waterfell]

They probably thought you were trying to create a panic.

[This time, the words come without judgment. It's simply the easiest reason she can think of for driving out what Harry has to say. Ami's eyes finally seek out all the variously misbehaving papers.]

I'll help get them down, if you want.

[hero_complexed]

But why would anyone think I of all people would want to start a panic?

[ He glances back up at this waving essay. ]

Could you? Apparently the summoning charm's not working.

[waterfell]

[Is he asking could she? She knows what he means, of course, but the insufferable smug smirk comes anyway.]

Just let me. [Of course she can! Or at least, she has the ego to say so. Ami takes out her wand, and instead of the summoning charm...

A freezing charm might work. She's best at those anyway, and she's heard they can disable alarms, so why not freeze a bunch of papers? She speaks the word, confidently.]

[thatoldthatkind]

[ The Doctor, seemingly from nowhere, appears and slowly edges around the stack of books. Blimey, he hasn't seen things this bad since his days in the Academy. Ten life times ago! Not that he was the best in school, mind you. He was one of the worst. That's why he's extra careful not to bump anything over. ]

[hero_complexed]

[ Harry, meanwhile is watching his his essay taunt him a distinct 'Yoo-hoo!' ]

Get down here! I still have to write in three inches about the properties of moonstone! [ This only makes the essay laugh at him, and Harry resorts to the summoning charm. ]

Accio Potions Essay! [ Nothing happens and the parchment blows a rather loud raspberry at him and seems to fall over in a fit of giggles. Which is interesting... considering it doesn't have a mouth. The frustrated teenager looks around for a ladder or something but his eyes fall on the Doctor instead. ]

Oh, Hullo...

[thatoldthatkind]

Moonstone? Ha, there's no point about writing about that. [ The Doctor says with a shrug. ] Just stones. From the moon! Not much difference from Earthstones. Except the fact they are from the moon! Not that the moon is that special. I've been to the Moon Landing more times than I can count.

[ Then he drapes himself into an open chair. Green coat, cowboy hat and all. He folds his hands over his chest with a grin. ]

Hello!

[hero_complexed]

...I'm supposed to be writing about it's properties in potion-making. [ As per Snape's assignment ]

[ Meanwhile, Harry is trying to think up a spell that he can use to get his homework down... He points his wand up at it and- ]

Stupify! [ The spell hits the Chandelier and it sways dangerously. He won't be trying that again. ]

[thatoldthatkind]

Well, then tell your potion-maker person that he's wrong on what he's making you put in said potion. The least he could do is name it properly. [ He huffs. ]

[ He suddenly hits the floor as the spell goes bouncing, looking up. ] Blimey! You'll take someone's head off with that.

[hero_complexed]

I doubt very seriously Snape would respond well to that-he is the potions master, after all. I'm only a student.

[ Harry just watches the spell vanish like it's nothing and shrugs sheepishly ]

Er-Actually no-It couldn't. I don't know any dark spells like that-what I used is only a stunning spell.

[thatoldthatkind]

Snape.

[ If one could hear the sound of brakes being smashed? This is what the Doctor's brain would be like. ]

As in Professor Snape? Severus Snape?

[hero_complexed]

[ Harry blinks, slightly confused. ] Y-You know Snape?

[yuffiekisaragi]

[Yuffie arrives in a strange fashion - rolling on the floor, as if dodging an attack, and coming up with her weapon at the ready.

But this isn't where she expects to be, so she takes a wild look around before zooming in on Harry and his fight with his essay. It takes a moment to register that the essay itself is...giggling?

Lowering her weapon, she edges closer, completely curious.]

What's with all the books and paper?

[Guess who wasn't too keen on school...ever?]

[hero_complexed]

I have homework to be finishing. And my Essay seems against it. [ He doesn't take his eyes off the waving essay. ]

....Er.. you wouldn't happen to know how to get it down, would you?

[yuffiekisaragi]

[It takes a split second for her to make up her mind. Gripping her weapon, she swings it around and lets it fly toward the essay. The paper is clever enough to jump at the last second. Her shuriken barely grazes the bottom of it and she lets out an irritated grunt as she catches her weapon again. She's tempted to just knock down the chandelier.]

Crap. Usually that'll get 'em.

[Not essays specifically, but monsters usually aren't smart enough to avoid weapons in her experience. Then again, this isn't a monster.

It's actually just confusing to her.]

Say, how did it get up there anyway?

[hero_complexed]

[ Harry just shrugs, a little apprehensive after seeing a weapon. ]

I don't know-um.. jumped, maybe? I was trying to find it when it got up there.

[yuffiekisaragi]

[Yuffie places her weapon back in it's proper holster, studying the dancing essay. She doesn't notice any apprehension, since it's totally commonplace to be carrying weapons nowadays, isn't it?]

Weird. Even papers can be jerks, huh?

[She shoots a look at him, curious. Paper doesn't usually prance around and mock people where she's from, but she has to admit it's pretty funny. Maybe she can get one for her father and not tell him what it is.]

Whatcha writing an essay on? Wouldn't restarting it be easier? You can just set that thing on fire.

[hero_complexed]

At this point.. it just might be... [ He says miserably, watching his essay wavy cheerily at him ]

...It's my potions essay-and it's due in... about an hour.

[yuffiekisaragi]

[Yuffie has no concept of deadlines (unless the world is ending anyway), so she looks between Harry and the essay, planting her hands on her hips.]

Have you tried bribing it?

[What would an essay want, anyway? But hey, bribes work with her!]

[hero_complexed]

Well... No... [ He says honestly, sounding slightly bewildered ]

I'm not entirely sure what I could bribe it with.