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The Flicking of NotReally Aerodynamic Objects

a Siriusly Klutzy story.

You know, I never thought that anything could possibly be more boring than History of Magic. Most classes have something enticing that keep you interested for at least the first week, particularly for a muggleborn, like myself. I'm still waiting for that dull day in Charms; the day I don't find out something completely fantastic. History of Magic's dullness hit me about five minutes into my first lesson on the first day of classes of first year. So, needless to say, History of Magic is the most tedious, uninteresting, dullest class there is.

You would think that nothing could ever top its boringness. I did, and I'm not ashamed to admit that I was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. There is something much more boring that History of Magic, and that would be History of Magic without a mate to entertain you!

Alice wasn't in class that day. Why? Because she thought she had the "stomach bug" and thought that she'd better "hurry off to the Hospital Wing" before she "tossed her cookies" all over Professor Binns' wall.

Right.

She was off snogging Frank Longbottom in the Ancient Runes corridor (taking advantage of its emptiness while the class was outside examining something or another) and we all knew it.

She left me there to suffer through Professor Binns droning on and on about some pointless war that was settled eight trillion years ago, and I didn't even have someone to play hangman with! Or Exploding Snap! Or look at the funny old wizards on the Chocolate Frog Cards!

Some best mate.

I was half way to my deathbed when I looked up at the clock above his head and saw that I still had forty five more minutes of this. I'd only been in class for fifteen minutes and I was already going completely mad. Absolutely bonkers because there was nothing to do!

Marlene was over on the other side of the room asleep, probably because she was up until four in the morning finishing her essay for Potions, which turned out to be due next Thursday. Remus Lupin was two rows in front of me, but talking to him would mean talking through James Potter and Sirius Black, and that was not something I wanted to do, for the soul reason that I'd say something stupid in front of James and Sirius would take the mickey out of me for it.

Though I suppose I could try my best at talking to James, but let's face it... when it comes to boys I fancy, I say stupid things. Like the time back in second year when I thought Benjy Fenwick (then a fifth year) was the coolest thing since the Cheering Charm and I actually told him that. Of course, who isn't an ignorant little prick at twelve? But my point was that I say stupid things. That's all there is to it.

I mean, don't get me wrong. I'm perfectly capable of holding relatively normal conversations with this boy, as long as there's some topic we're on. Mostly it's with head duties and what we need to get done. But James will joke around with me and I'll try not to prattle off stupid facts, then he'll find it necessary to make fun of my silence.

Take your pick, Jamsey-boy. It's either silence or stupidity.

So instead, I decided to occupy the next forty three minutes with doodling on the parchment that I should have been taking notes on. It was very occupying, that doodling was. I started off with a square and then I patterned the inside. It was a small square, so it really only took up about five minutes of my time. I ripped it off of the paper and rolled it between my fingers until I got a nice little ball, perfect for flicking at someone.

That was when inspiration hit. If he could do it, why wouldn't I? James Potter (while also being a complete babe and a Lily Evans heart stealer) was known for flicking small aerodynamic (mostly) items at random students during class. I should know. I was one of his favorite subjects. Even in History of Magic, where I sit behind him! See what I mean? He's incredible at it, if highly annoying.