50 Adventures of a Ravenclaw Misfit - Sa13+

Years ago, there was a young Ravenclaw lad of great curiosity and mischief who roamed the halls of Hogwarts. His name was Maximus Vindictus. This is his story.


Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or any of the aspects of the HP universe - they were created and are owned by J.K. Rowling.

Topics
Year 1
1. Goo; 2. Brothers; 3. Hogwarts Express; 4. Friends; 5. Sorting Hat 6. This is a Joke, Right?; 7. Broken Tea Pot; 8. Smells Like Cheese; 9. Howler

Year 2
10. Splinter; 11. HAHA, I Did It!; 12. Herbology; 13. Oops, I Did it Again; 14. Trees? What Trees?; 15. Torture; 16. Shaking Hands with the Squid

Year 3
17. It Wasn't Me!; 18. Captain Rex; 19. Can You Bowl With It?; 20. Broom Smash; 21. Lines; 22. Nothing Ever Changes

Year 4
23. Dancing with the Willow; 24. Wingardium Leviosa; 25. Plastic Cauldrons; 26. Guts; 27. Dragon Dung; 28. Dungeon, Sweet Dungeon

Year 5
29. My Precious; 30. Library; 31. OWLs; 32. Myrtle; 33. Creatures; 34. Underpants; 35. Gimme a Break!

Year 6
36. I Gots Brainz; 37. Career Advice; 38. Charming; 39. Mouse Traps; 40. Goat; 41. Stinksap; 42. Tea

Year 7
43. Suits of Armor; 44. Winning; 45. Kitchens; 46. Shut Up!; 47. Slimy Walls; 48. NEWTs; 49. Cooties; 50. Freedom


1. Goo
“And when you hit the gob, goo explodes everywhere,” Marcus explained to his fraternal twin brother, Max.

“Show me,” Max demanded and he stuck his tongue out at his older brother Rex who was laughing at him.

Marcus picked up the blue Gobstone and rolled it so that it hit the green one. The sound was just a loud click and a small amount of goo spurt out.

“That’s not an explosion,” whined Max and he picked up the old Beater’s Bat his dad gave him to play with earlier that morning. He swung it around a few times. “Gimme one of your marbles.”

Marcus obliged and handed over the dark yellow gob. "It's called a gob not a marble," he mumbled, knowing that his twin wasn't listening.

“Now this is an explosion,” Max grinned and tossed the yellow gob into the air then he gave a mighty swing.

KERSPLAT!

“Oh, you did it now little brother,” snickered Rex who fell over laughing as goo drenched their mother.

A high pitched shriek echoed through the back yard.

“MAXIMUS!”

Uh, oh.

8. Smells Like Cheese

It was a simple dare and Max never ever wimped out of one.

Ever.

So what if he was just released from detention the day before just because he broke a stupid tea pot in the Potion Master's stinky office. It was an accident!

Whatever.

But now all eyes at the Ravenclaw table were on him.

It was time.

Max stood up slowly and climbed onto the table. He adjusted his tie and then cupped his hands around his mouth.

"KAZIMERIZ SMELLS LIKE CHEESE!"

He dropped his hands and placed them on his hips.

"And that's how it's done."

Instead of applause, all he heard were groans coming from the Ravenclaw table as the sapphires vanished from the House Points Hour Glass.

Someone tapped on his shoulder and Max spun around, expecting to have Rex punch him in the stomach. Instead, two inches away from his face was the very displeased Professor Valon Kazimeriz.

Not good. Not good at all.

Getting punched by Rex was much more enjoyable.

2. Brothers

"You're gonna hafta do it anyways, chicken," Max stated to Marcus who was gripping tightly to the baluster near the top of the stairs.

"Nuh uh!" Marcus protested loudly as his twin tried to pry his hands loose just as Rex began to ascend the stairs.

"Leave him be, Max," warned Rex as he climbed the stairs. "You know he's scared of heights."

Max rolled his eyes. "Vindictus's aren't scared of heights or flying. Dad said so!" And he tugged harder.

Rex reached the top of the stairs and immediately put his little brother in a headlock.

"Lemme go, Rex!" Max whined and he let go of Marcus.

“Let’s get him, Marcus!” shouted Rex and suddenly all three of the Vindictus boys were wrestling about on the upper landing.

The earlier idea of jumping off the top railing with a broomstick faded from Max’s mind as he climbed onto a decorative table and prepared to leap onto Rex’s back.

One . . . two . . . .

“MAXIMUS! GET OFF THAT TABLE!”

All three boys froze.

Dad was home.

3. Hogwarts Express


Now this is cool.

No one telling me what to eat. No Rexasaurus breathing down my neck. Just me and Marcus . . . waiting.

Squeak!

It's coming closer.

Twitch.

Squeak! Squeak!

"Care for anything from the trolley, my dear?" asked the old witch who managed the sweets trolley on the train.

It was as if a golden light was shining down from above.

"I'll take ten of each - chocolate frogs and Honeydukes bars. Oh, wait! Make it twenty," grinned Max and he quickly handed over the money.

A little sugar never hurt anyone.