Discipline - a HP ficlet
“Ten points from Gryffindor, ladies and gentlemen. I trust you understand the need for this?”
Minerva McGonagall looked a shade more stern than her usual self, and the dozen or so Gryffindors lined up before her had a correspondingly woebegone air. It was not improved by a shining black eye on Hermione Granger’s face, several bruises on Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, and a still-bleeding scratch mark from female nails on Seamus Finnegan’s cheek.
“Teasing is one thing, and it is common practice between houses. But open insults are another matter. One thing we insist in Hogwarts is a high standard of manners. We may have opponents or even enemies, but we treat them with common courtesy.”
“Well, Madam…” hazarded Harry Potter.
“You are about to say that they made the first song up, aren’t you, Mr.Potter?”
“…er…yes.”
“And do you know what I would answer, if so?”
“…er… that one wrong does not excuse another?”
“Quite correct. So, ladies and gentlemen, do not let me hear anything like this again. Dismissed.”
As the depressed Gryffindors made a rather ragged departure, Lee Jordan made a nervous motion towards Professor MacGonagall’s desk.
“Yes, Mr.Jordan?”
“…I mean… you’re going to keep it?”
“The fact that it was confiscated might suggest it, sir.”
There was nothing more to be said. Lee Jordan rejoined his friends, and the door closed behind them.
Minerva McGonagall picked up the piece of parchment that had caused all the trouble - the most serious fist fight between Slytherin and Gryffindor in her and Severus Snape’s experience, with more than a dozen students on each side taking active part. The house-elves were still readjusting the Great Hall.
Malfoy looks his best
IN a pretty frilly dress.
We swear this song is not in jest -
Malfoy is our Queen!
Malfoy is our Queen,
Malfoy is our Queen
We must confess
He wears a dress,
Malfoy is our Queen!
Draco Malfoy’s quite obscene
His friends all call him Christine.
That’s why Gryffindors all scream:
Malfoy is our Queen!
Malfoy is our Queen,
Malfoy is our Queen
We must confess
He wears a dress,
Malfoy is our Queen!
Her lips curved upwards. She must show this to… to Remus, she thought. And to Dumbledore. They would both appreciate it.
END OF THE STORY
Minerva McGonagall looked a shade more stern than her usual self, and the dozen or so Gryffindors lined up before her had a correspondingly woebegone air. It was not improved by a shining black eye on Hermione Granger’s face, several bruises on Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, and a still-bleeding scratch mark from female nails on Seamus Finnegan’s cheek.
“Teasing is one thing, and it is common practice between houses. But open insults are another matter. One thing we insist in Hogwarts is a high standard of manners. We may have opponents or even enemies, but we treat them with common courtesy.”
“Well, Madam…” hazarded Harry Potter.
“You are about to say that they made the first song up, aren’t you, Mr.Potter?”
“…er…yes.”
“And do you know what I would answer, if so?”
“…er… that one wrong does not excuse another?”
“Quite correct. So, ladies and gentlemen, do not let me hear anything like this again. Dismissed.”
As the depressed Gryffindors made a rather ragged departure, Lee Jordan made a nervous motion towards Professor MacGonagall’s desk.
“Yes, Mr.Jordan?”
“…I mean… you’re going to keep it?”
“The fact that it was confiscated might suggest it, sir.”
There was nothing more to be said. Lee Jordan rejoined his friends, and the door closed behind them.
Minerva McGonagall picked up the piece of parchment that had caused all the trouble - the most serious fist fight between Slytherin and Gryffindor in her and Severus Snape’s experience, with more than a dozen students on each side taking active part. The house-elves were still readjusting the Great Hall.
Malfoy looks his best
IN a pretty frilly dress.
We swear this song is not in jest -
Malfoy is our Queen!
Malfoy is our Queen,
Malfoy is our Queen
We must confess
He wears a dress,
Malfoy is our Queen!
Draco Malfoy’s quite obscene
His friends all call him Christine.
That’s why Gryffindors all scream:
Malfoy is our Queen!
Malfoy is our Queen,
Malfoy is our Queen
We must confess
He wears a dress,
Malfoy is our Queen!
Her lips curved upwards. She must show this to… to Remus, she thought. And to Dumbledore. They would both appreciate it.
END OF THE STORY