With her mind still cleared, Hannah knew that the next step was to close her eyes and let the book fall freely open and see what it lands on. Trying her hardest not to think about how she felt about this assignment so she could say that she at least gave the assignment a fair shot, she let the book open at random. Without peeking, no matter how hard it was not to, Hannah pointed at a passage.


Not being able to wait to see what her book has to say about this, Hannah opened her eyes. Right where her finger was pointed said:

"Be gone!" cried the son."What care I for your brat's warts?" And he slammed the door in the old woman's face. At once there came a loud clanging and banging from his kitchen. The wizard lit his wand and opened the door, and there, to his amazement, he saw his father's old cooking pot: it had sprouted a single foot of brass, and was hopping on the spot, in the middle of the floor, making a fearful noise upon the flagstones.

Oh she couldn't take it. This was too much. Hannah busted out in a fit of laughter and in the middle of her fit the unthinkable happens.

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!

Hannah stared in horror as what just escaped from her body sunk in. She was a lady, and this had never happened to her before. Of course this couldn't have happened at a worse time. Everybody was trying to concentrate so of course you could hear a wand drop.

Ian had been pondering his friend's burial habits when he heard a loud noise. He looked around to see Hannah seemingly slipping into her chair. How odd, he thought to himself. He looked around to see what the others were doing and they still seemed to be deep in thought about the tales of their books. He shrugged and wondered if he could remember where he had buried all his dearly departed pets.

So she had to figure out the meaning, and to her the book couldn't have been more clear. Still, not going to give up on the assignment so quickly she decided to jot down some notes on her interpretation. Hannah had to urge to laugh, but quickly stuffed her hand in her mouth. There would be no more farts coming from her. Nobody had said anything so maybe they had no idea who had done it because there was no way that the noise went unnoticed.

Putting her mind back on her notes, she continued to jot down her thoughts.



Her interpretation was short and sweet, but she thought that she had nailed it so why drag it out?

So with everything said and done, Sophie took out a piece of parchment and began taking notes on her reading.

Name: Sophie Newell

Question: Will I be in loads of trouble for getting into that fight with Genie?

Book: Quidditch Through the Ages

Quote: "Oh, the thrill of the chase as I soar through the air
With the Snitch up ahead and the wind in my hair
As I draw ever closer, the crowd gives a shout
But then comes a Bludger and I am knocked out."
—Ingolfr the Iambic, 1400s Norway

Conclusion: To put it in simple terms, I'm toast.

There. All done.

Eventually she opened her eyes. Dad says to face your problems head-on, and even if this wasn't a problem it could turn out bad. What if the passage translated into her d--... She couldn't even think about the word.

The D word. SHUDDER.

Inhaling a deep breath the Slytherin looked down at the passage her finger was pointing at. Her favorite book wouldn't doom her. Yep. It wouldn't

She read:

That was the end of the page, and all she took from it was...

Did her book just call her ugly? Wrinkled umbrella. Oh nooo. Did it mean she was going to get wrinkly? She wrote down the passage on parchment before she legit freaked out, and tried to make sense of it.