A/N: If I say that I owned Harry Potter, would you believe me? No. So don't ask stupid questions; you'll get a stupid answer.
-Chapter Three-
Quidditch Practice
The first week of term flashed before their eyes. There was so much revision, and so many lectures on the importance of their OWL's this year. This was rather irritating for the 5th year class; did they not know that this year could shape the rest of their lives? Their careers? But no matter how much they were told this, there were three young students who still didn't seem to get the message.
'Who care's if we fail? Mother dearest hates me anyway. She'll expect me to fail.'
They were sitting in the middle of their charms lesson, while one red head girl had a rather ugly expression plastered on her face; a mixture of hatred and annoyance. She was writing furiously at the paper, taking notes, and refusing to let Leander - or as she called him; Zabini - to distract her from her work.
He, on the other hand, was flicking his hair out of his eyes, and fumbling around with a pygmy puff in his hand, not paying the slightest bit of attention to the small man teaching them.
A small, enthusiastic voice squeaked over the classroom.
'Language Charms are very useful; it means that we have the ability to have a conversation with another witch, wizard or muggle without spending years perfecting the speech of the language in which they speak!'
He swished his wand in a complicated fashion gave it a small flick, and pointed it at his throat.
'Lingua!'
His throat flashed a silver colour, and he remained speechless for a few moments.
'Lei Può Vedere? I now have the ability to speak fluent Italian! Turn to page 407 and there will be the instructions for the casting of the spell. The wand movements are on the board. Una, due, tre! Iniziare!'
The class began to commence their work, and Lily joined, them, reaching for her text book. A crumpled note landed on the floor next to her. There was an animated picture of Professor Flitwick, waving his arms about, his throat turning different colours. She silently chuckled to herself, until she read the bottom of the note, the messy writing signifying who it was from.
God. Flitwick is such a douche bag. So... I know that you'll be trying out, when do you want the trials to be held?
Leander had never actually become captain of the Quidditch team, Hugo had. But ever since Hugo had acquired the position, Leander had been going about as though he got the job, because he had complete control over whenever there were trials. Hugo, being a loyal friend, always moved the trials/training to suit his, and Leander's needs. Leander wasn't a dictating friend, but he knew that he had the ability to change the dates if he ever did need it, and this made him seem more arrogant than ever. She turned the note over and quickly wrote an answer, her elegant cursive, writing slanting across the page.
Has your pumpkin juice been tampered with this morning, or is it just you being your usual, obnoxious, self-righteous, arrogant, insufferable, jerk self? As I have been telling you for the last two years, YOU ARE NOT CAPTAIN. HUGO IS.
Satisfied with what she wrote, she quickly scrunched the note back up, and threw it to Leander. He picked up the note casually, leaning over the side of his desk as he dropped his quill. He picked it back up and his eyes darted across the page, one eye-brow raised. He dipped his quill back into the ink and scribbled hastily back, throwing the note back to Lily as Flitwick's back was turned.
Oh dear. That's a lot of words there, it almost sounds like you're being an 'ornery Lily' today.
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Oh shut up.
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Aha! I dignified you with a response that had a word that you didn't know the meaning for. I know your weakness Lily Potter... Muahaha.
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Oh really, shut up. Stop making yourself look stupid. Ornery means:
1. Ugly and unpleasant in disposition or temper.
2. Stubborn.
3. Low or vile.
4. Inferior or common; ordinary.
You are lucky enough to fall into categories 1, 2, 3 & 4. Round of applause!
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That's one of the largest notes that I've seen you write me. You must really like this. I bet you're hanging of my E-V-E-R-Y W-O-R-D. So. Trials. When?
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Seeing as you're writing in one word sentenced questions, I'll do a one word sentenced answer. No. Hugo. Is. The. Captain. I'll be getting back to my work now.
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But there are twenty-seven words, and six sentences! LIAR!
Lily could not helpo but hide a smile as she turned back to the text book that she had placed on the desk in front of her:
Concentrate on the language that you wish to speak. Picture things that remind you of it. Then follow the wand movements:
Lily concentrated on all things that she knew French; which she had to admit was very little. She knew the accent, the flag, and various foods, and so she concentrated on them, whilst reading the next part of the instructions.
There was a picture of a wizard doing the same complicated wand movements after each instruction on the page, which Flitwick had demonstrated earlier in the lesson.
1) Jab your wand forwards, directly in front of you.
2) Draw a circle in the air.
She drew her wand from her pocket, and poked at the air in front of her, stoping to draw the invisible circle in front of her.
3) Then, point your wand to your left, and draw upwards to your right, flicking your wand as you reach eye-level.
She did as the book instructed perfectly, in one swift motion.
4) Then bring the wand down to your face; point it to your throat, concentrate on the country and language that you wish to speak/write.
5) Then cast the spell, repeating the word: Lingua (Lyn-gw-ah), in a clear voice.
NOTE: The spell will wear off after two and a half hours, and two unknown languages may not be put on the wizard/witch at the same time, the result may come to be tongue-tying. For the directions to cure this; turn to page 416.
Still concentrating on the language that she had chosen before, she brought the wand down to her throat and cried:
"Lingua!"
A tingling sensation filled her throat, followed by a sensation that felt as though warm bubbles were erupting inside it. She gasped as a cold gooey substance coated the inside of her throat, grabbing the attention of many students surrounding her. She attempted to bite back at them, but found herself speaking fluent French.
"Faire pas dévisager! Dieu!"
"Here we go now! Miss Potter has done it!"
Squeaked the professor's enthusiastic voice from the front of the room.
The students returned back to their work, all apart from Leander, who was staring blankly at something above Lily's head, but Lily took it as him staring at her. This time, she forced herself to speak English.
"Don't stare. God!
"I won't look at you, if you don't look at me. Which by my devishly good looks, is quite hard to do. Don't you think?"
Annoyed with his response, she muttered many French swear words that she was sure he wouldn't understand, and then retorted back in French:
"Merde loin Leander!"
Leander turned back to Lily, from his own work and replied.
"Pourquoi ne faire pas vous?!"
Lily looked back at him; a puzzled look had now taken over her face.
How did he know what I was saying? Did he just guess to say back to me: 'Why don't you!? How does he know french?'
Lily returned to her books, and immersed herself in her work. She took the charm off several times, and experimented with different languages, and wand movements, noting everything in her book.
When the clock at the front of the classroom finally struck 11:00 the professor cried out over the already moving students.
"Class dismissed!"
All of the students rose to their feet, Leander rose with an annoyed expression on his face, and he raced past Lily, making no apology to her as he knocked her over.
Oh God. Now he's upset. It's not like it was my fault; the stupid git was staring at me. I hate it when he does that.
Lily bent down to grab her books and bag, and remembered all of the times that she had been caught staring at him, and he looked back at her, agitated, but he would never loose his temper at her.
He knows that I wasn't looking at him; I never have in that way! He's such a pompous prick! He doesn't need me to boost his ego.
Lily quickly walked out of the room, hiding her blushing face as she recounted these times. She turned and saw Leander waiting outside the doorway.
'You know. I didn't mean any of that. Swearing in french is always good. Flitwick had no idea what I was saying.'
'Oh I wouldn't count on that' He said smugly.
Lily's face turned an even deeper red.
'Ha! Sure. Sure.'
'But. To make it up to me you have to promise me something.'
'Sur- what?'
'You have to promise first.'
'How can I promise without knowing what it is that I am promising to?'
He looked at her quizzicly.
'Fine.'
'Party. In the Astronomy Tower at 8:41.'
'8:41? What the hell?'
"What? Hugo did it. You know how he his. Bring Jana. And anything that you think might make it fun.'
He winked suggestively and walked off.
A/N: Reveiws are lovely.