"A DETAILED ANALYSIS OF the way the planetary movements in the coming month will affect you, with reference to your personal chart," Professor Trewlaney snapped, sounding much more like Professor McGonagall than her usual airy-fairy self. "I want it ready to hand in next Monday, and no excuses!"
As hilarious as Divinition could be with Dean, Ron, Seamus and Harry cracking jokes every second, they had been left with so much homework at the end of the class.
"Miserable old bat," said Ron bitterly as they joined the crowds descending the staircases back to the Great Hall and dinner. "That'll take all weekend, that will. . . ."
"Lots of homework?" said Granger brightly, catching up with them. "Professor Vector didn't give us any at all!"
"Well, bully for Professor Vector," said Ron moodily, Cassie nodding beside him.
They reached the entrance hall, which was packed with people queuing for dinner. They had just joined the end of the line when a loud voice rang out behind them.
"Weasley! Hey, Weasley!"
"Oh god," Cassie mumbled, recognising the voice immediately. Harry, Ron, and Granger turned. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were standing there, each looking thoroughly pleased about something.
"What?" said Ron shortly.
"Your dad's in the paper, Weasley!" said Malfoy, brandishing a copy of the Daily Prophet and speaking very loudly, so that everyone in the packed entrance hall could hear. "Listen to this!
FURTHER MISTAKES AT THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC
It seems as though the Ministry of Magic's troubles
are not yet at an end, writes Rita Skeeter, Special
Correspondent. Recently under fire for its poor
crowd control at the Quidditch World Cup, and
still unable to account for the disappearance of one
of its witches, the Ministry was plunged into fresh
embarrassment yesterday by the antics of Arnold
Weasley, of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office."
Malfoy looked up.
"Imagine them not even getting his name right, Weasley. It's almost as though he's a complete nonentity, isn't it?" he crowed.
Everyone in the entrance hall was listening now. Malfoy straightened the paper with a flourish and read on:
Arnold Weasley, who was charged with possession
of a flying car two years ago, was yesterday involved
in a tussle with several Muggle law-keepers ("policemen")
over a number of highly aggressive dustbins. Mr. Weasley
appears to have rushed to the aid of "Mad-Eye" Moody,
the aged ex-Auror who retired from the Ministry when
no longer able to tell the difference between a handshake
and attempted murder. Unsurprisingly, Mr. Weasley found,
upon arrival at Mr. Moody's heavily guarded house, that
Mr. Moody had once again raised a false alarm. Mr. Weasley
was forced to modify several memories before he could
escape from the policemen, but refused to answer Daily
Prophet questions about why he had involved the Ministry
in such an undignified and potentially embarrassing scene.
"And there's a picture, Weasley!" said Malfoy, flipping the paper over and holding it up. "A picture of your parents outside their house — if you can call it a house! Your mother could do with losing a bit of weight, couldn't she?"
Ron was shaking with fury. Everyone was staring at him.
"Get stuffed, Malfoy," said Harry. "C'mon, Ron. . . ."
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𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 | f. weasley
Fanfiction( the golden trio era ) the one in which the prankster finds his peace in the girl with secrets ❝She's the exception. She has and always will be; not because she's the most powerful witch of her age. It's because she is too unique to be like the...
