Oh dear god.

o.o Please don't hurt me.

I honestly did mean to update sooner! I did! I promise!

I just… couldn't… for various reasons…

And everything's going to be somewhat hectic over the next few years…

I'll update as often as I can, I promise. Thank you to everyone who's still sticking with me.

nwn;

Numbers fifty seven and fifty eight have been skipped.

Number fifty nine

I am not the Defence Against the Boring Classes Professor.

"Alright, guys, before I forget, for homework-"

A collective groan went up round the room, and Fred raised an eyebrow. "Do you want to die slowly and painfully of boredom?"

There was a scattered response of whines and muttered replies, and Fred nodded. "Exactly. So, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, homework tonight is to practice the spell on at least one first year."

The first years, mainly at the back of the crowd due to having been shoved there by the older students, now gave high-pitched squeals of fear and indignation, quietening down as the second years and up turned and glared at them to shut up.

"Right, so then, now that that's out of the way, let's begin! All of you pair up, and then practice casting the spell on each oth-"

"MR WEASLEY, WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!"

Fred flinched at the sound, and turned slowly on his makeshift podium to meet the icy glare of Professor McGonagall.

"Well… see, professor…"

"No! No! I don't want to know! Just… just… just write lines… you're not… allowed to do, or be, this… oh, god, I need a drink…"

She turned on her heel and fled, leaving Fred and the other students dumbfounded and staring after her. George, who had remained uncharacteristically quiet by Fred's side for most of this time, was the first to recover, and clapped his hands, turning back to the others, who turned to look at him.

"So, then, as we were saying…"