Here it is! The third chapter! Thank Alian (my sister) for some of the ideas in this chapter.
Disclaimer: I had hoped that J.K. Rowling would hand over all rights and contracts of Harry Potter over to me, but she said no. Darn.
Chapter Three: Ron
Name: Ron Weasley Written About: Quidditch
Fun – Quiddich is fun to play. Everyone has different jobs and you have to concentrate on the job you're assigned. Each job is very fun and unique. Soaring through the air on a broomstick trying to score points is fun for me. I love Quidditch!
Strategy – In Quidditch you use strategy. You have to think hard. Quidditch makes you smarter and faster and stronger and agile. In Qudditch you try to score points through one of three hoops set up in the arena. One person on each team guards the hoops. They are called the Keepers. I am a keeper. It is very fun! Chasers try and catch the ball to shoot it through the hoop. The Beaters hit the Bludgers into people on the other team or hit the Bludgers away from people on their team. The Seekers look for the Golden Snitch. If they catch the Golden Snitch than their team gets a hundred points and wins the game. My friend Harry is a Seeker. He is very good at it. I love Quidditch because it is fun and it uses strategy!
I can't think of another word.
"Um, Ron?" Alyss said. "You were supposed to write about someone, not something. And you should've given some thought for a third word. Okay, Ron? Ron?"
Ron was currently preoccupied with a crude paper airplane he had made. In a way this was good. Good because Ron couldn't notice the daggers Hermione was shooting at him. Though this might be a bad thing too. I guess it all depends on your perspective.
"RON!" Alyss shouted.
"Huh? What? Yeah?" said Ron. Alyss gave him a glare.
"Number one, try to pay more attention in class. Number two, your essay. Quidditch is not a person. You were supposed to write about a person. Plus, have you ever even read the Harry Potter series?"
"No." he said. "Was I supposed to?"
Alyss heaved a sigh and turned towards a cabinet in the corner of the classroom. She opened one of the doors and began shuffling through the many things lying in there. Actually, shuffling is too mild of a word. Chucking out stuff randomly is a better word. Okay, four words. You don't have to be picky.
"Aha!" cried Alyss, holding up a thick book. "Here it is!" She walked over to Ron and plopped the book on his desk. "Here is book one: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone! Tomorrow you can read the second book."
"B-b-b-but I can't read that fast!"
"Yes you can." Alyss said with a smile. "You just have to try. Hard." She returned to her desk. "Also, you didn't have to explain all the rules of Quidditch; I already know them." She sat down and then stood back up again. "Oh, and one more thing. You just might wan to run. Like, now."
"Why?" Ron asked. Alyss pointed a solitary finger. Behind Ron and approaching him fast was Hermione, her hands outstretched and a look of pure murder on her face, as she wanted to strangle Ron. Maybe she did.
Ron's eyes widened in sheer terror and ran out of the room with Hermione on his heels. From the hallway came screams of rage, screams of pain, and plain old screams. Alyss winced and slowly turned back to face the class.
"Sorry I couldn't hold Hermione down longer." Harry apologized.
"It's okay." Alyss replied. "How 'bout another essay?" she asked. The entire class groaned in unison.
I know that the characters are a little out-of-character. They're supposed to be. I'm stretching their personalities. Snape is more dreary and evilish than usual, Ron is dimmer, Hermione is…more vicious, and I am less crazy and insane than normal, though I may be more bubbly that usual. Hmm…
Love,
ALYSS