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In other news, I cut my hair. It's actually only half an inch shorter than before, but I now have a different style of layers and I also got bangs. I've never had bangs before, so this is new to me. They're the cute kind: angled so I can choose to either comb them to the sides or wear them in front.
Anyways, in an effort to amuse redcandle17, who's been depressing me all day, I wrote this silly Montague/Angelina fic. Enjoy!
Title: Ribbons
Author: juju_bean
Characters: Montague & Angelina
Rating: G
Summary: Montague devises a perfect plan.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter & co. were created by JK Rowling and are copyrighted to their rightful owners.
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She liked wearing yellow and red ribbons. It was revolting. It was like sitting the Gryffindor common room. Montague hated that Snape had made her sit in front of him. Even on days when she didn't wear the stupid ribbons her overly large head blocked his view of the chalk board.
The answer was so simple, that thirteen year old Montague had no clue why the idea hadn't occurred to him sooner. He began a campaign to steal her ribbons.There were only so many ribbons a girl could have, he reasoned. Eventually she'd run out of ribbons and stop wearing them.
It was actually kind of easy to unknot the ribbons from her hair. She was so busy talking to Alicia Spinnet that she never noticed.
He supposed he should dispose of them, Adrian was giving him strange looks, but he couldn't think of a way to dispose of them. So they just accumulated in his trunk.
After a month, however, Angelina seemed to have caught on. Or at least had noticed how easily her ribbons unraveled.
That was when she started wearing them woven into her braids. Suddenly Montague couldn't steal them without the risk of alerting her, and the last thing he wanted was to incur her wrath. A few nights later he thought of a perfect use of his collection of Angelina's ribbons.
The transfiguration was rather simple, and after a few trials and scorched ribbons, he soon caught the hang of it. Soon Angelina began entering Potions with yellow and red ribbons, and left with green and white ones.
At first she didn't catch on. She thought the Weasleys were playing a prank of her, and soundly smacked Fred Weasley in the Great Hall one morning. She got detention for a week.
It was too much to resist the next day at potions, however. When Snape's back was turned and Angelina was embroiled in a conversation over the charms of Roger Davies, Montague tapped his wand against her ribbon. However, when Warrington nudged him to ask a question, his wand slipped and he accidentally applied the charm to her hair.
Alicia shrieked in horror as she watched her friend's hair transform into streaks of green and white. All around the classroom Slytherins, and a few Gryffindors, snickered. Montague shoved his wand under his desk, but it was too late.
Angelina turned before he could blink and whacked him with her heavy Potions textbook. He toppled out of his chair, dazed.
Above him Angelina was shrieking as she clawed at her hair. Warrington caught her as she almost threw herself on Montage. He scrambled away on his hands and knees, more than little scared of her.
"That will be fifty points from Gryffindor for disrupting my class," Snape said coldly, "And another fifty points for attacking another student."
"My hair!" Angelina screamed. "Look what he did to my hair!"
"That's enough of that," Snape replied. "It is a simple color charm. Now sit down or you will server an extra two weeks of detention."
Angelina’s mouth snapped shut. Glaring at the potions professor she mutely sat down, making sure to drag her chair out of arm's reach of Montague.
Montague was returning from Quidditch practice a week later when an apple flew pass his head. He ducked and turned to see black robes flutter around a corner. Scowling, he continued to the stairs that led to the Slytherin dormitory.
A few days later he was exiting the Astronomy Tower when a foot forced it self into his path and tripped him down a flight of stairs.
By the end of his third year Montague had avoided the assassination attempts of an old boot, a broken clock, a pumpkin pie and a bag full of Wizarding chess pieces.
The last day of school he tried to call a truce with Angelina.
She agreed only when she charmed his hair red and made him promise to wear it like that for a week.
When he boarded the Hogwarts Express to go home, he had a trunk half full of yellow and red ribbons.
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Also, it's been exactly a month since the accident. It's become almost surreal to me. If not for the constant bombardment of invoices from the hospital, and the scars on my head and knee, I'd almost believe it was just a dream.
Anyways, in an effort to amuse redcandle17, who's been depressing me all day, I wrote this silly Montague/Angelina fic. Enjoy!
Title: Ribbons
Author: juju_bean
Characters: Montague & Angelina
Rating: G
Summary: Montague devises a perfect plan.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter & co. were created by JK Rowling and are copyrighted to their rightful owners.
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She liked wearing yellow and red ribbons. It was revolting. It was like sitting the Gryffindor common room. Montague hated that Snape had made her sit in front of him. Even on days when she didn't wear the stupid ribbons her overly large head blocked his view of the chalk board.
The answer was so simple, that thirteen year old Montague had no clue why the idea hadn't occurred to him sooner. He began a campaign to steal her ribbons.There were only so many ribbons a girl could have, he reasoned. Eventually she'd run out of ribbons and stop wearing them.
It was actually kind of easy to unknot the ribbons from her hair. She was so busy talking to Alicia Spinnet that she never noticed.
He supposed he should dispose of them, Adrian was giving him strange looks, but he couldn't think of a way to dispose of them. So they just accumulated in his trunk.
After a month, however, Angelina seemed to have caught on. Or at least had noticed how easily her ribbons unraveled.
That was when she started wearing them woven into her braids. Suddenly Montague couldn't steal them without the risk of alerting her, and the last thing he wanted was to incur her wrath. A few nights later he thought of a perfect use of his collection of Angelina's ribbons.
The transfiguration was rather simple, and after a few trials and scorched ribbons, he soon caught the hang of it. Soon Angelina began entering Potions with yellow and red ribbons, and left with green and white ones.
At first she didn't catch on. She thought the Weasleys were playing a prank of her, and soundly smacked Fred Weasley in the Great Hall one morning. She got detention for a week.
It was too much to resist the next day at potions, however. When Snape's back was turned and Angelina was embroiled in a conversation over the charms of Roger Davies, Montague tapped his wand against her ribbon. However, when Warrington nudged him to ask a question, his wand slipped and he accidentally applied the charm to her hair.
Alicia shrieked in horror as she watched her friend's hair transform into streaks of green and white. All around the classroom Slytherins, and a few Gryffindors, snickered. Montague shoved his wand under his desk, but it was too late.
Angelina turned before he could blink and whacked him with her heavy Potions textbook. He toppled out of his chair, dazed.
Above him Angelina was shrieking as she clawed at her hair. Warrington caught her as she almost threw herself on Montage. He scrambled away on his hands and knees, more than little scared of her.
"That will be fifty points from Gryffindor for disrupting my class," Snape said coldly, "And another fifty points for attacking another student."
"My hair!" Angelina screamed. "Look what he did to my hair!"
"That's enough of that," Snape replied. "It is a simple color charm. Now sit down or you will server an extra two weeks of detention."
Angelina’s mouth snapped shut. Glaring at the potions professor she mutely sat down, making sure to drag her chair out of arm's reach of Montague.
Montague was returning from Quidditch practice a week later when an apple flew pass his head. He ducked and turned to see black robes flutter around a corner. Scowling, he continued to the stairs that led to the Slytherin dormitory.
A few days later he was exiting the Astronomy Tower when a foot forced it self into his path and tripped him down a flight of stairs.
By the end of his third year Montague had avoided the assassination attempts of an old boot, a broken clock, a pumpkin pie and a bag full of Wizarding chess pieces.
The last day of school he tried to call a truce with Angelina.
She agreed only when she charmed his hair red and made him promise to wear it like that for a week.
When he boarded the Hogwarts Express to go home, he had a trunk half full of yellow and red ribbons.
-END-
Also, it's been exactly a month since the accident. It's become almost surreal to me. If not for the constant bombardment of invoices from the hospital, and the scars on my head and knee, I'd almost believe it was just a dream.