Timothy Leort watched as a group of third years sat talking under a tree on the breezy fall afternoon while waiting for his friends to finish eating lunch. He noticed one kid had a Remembrall that he was tossing around between his hands. That's interesting, he thought.
Remembralls had become rare ever since the last war. He heard his dad, who worked in the Minor Wizard Tools and Supplies department at the Ministry, talk about them before.
Timothy decided he would go ask the kid if he could look at it. As he began walking up, he noticed someone else was too, Puke.
His actual name was Jordan Pute, but if you called him that to his face you would get a nice punch in the face. He was a good-for-nothing seventh year who gave up his hopeless education to become the official school bully. Defenseless first years were his typical victims, but there were rumors they had started hiding in the Room of Requirement. In my four years at the school and relentless searching in my free time, even I couldn't find it, but I personally suspect they had the help of the headmistress.
The third years did not see the incoming danger so I began to run. This was a difficult task in my large Ravenclaw robes. I arrived at the group just in time to see Puke force the Remembrall from the trembling third year and look at it confusedly.
"What in bloody hell is this...thing?" Puke muttered in his deep, rough voice. The other third years sat transfixed in horror, and so I stepped forward.
"It's a Remembrall, you idiot. You would have learned about them last year in Defense Against the Dark Arts, it's in the sixth year curriculum." Puke looks around trying to determine who spoke, and makes the surprisingly correct assumption it was me.
"What's your name scum? I bet you think you're a smartass just because you're Ravenclaw." He smirks and puffs his chest to show his red robes. The Remembrall slowly turns red, but Puke doesn't notice.
"My name is Timothy, and at least I don't bring shame to my entire house and it's values. You're just a coward who hides behind a tough facade." He slowly registers what I have said and positions the Remembrall to throw it at me. He sees it is red.
"A Remembrall turns red when you have forgotten something," I say wittily, "I think it's trying to remind you to be nicer."
{Inspired by Harry's amazing sass}
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Partials
RandomPartial ADJECTIVE | existing only in part; incomplete This is a collection of different bits and pieces of stories and scenarios I make up in my head. Most people would call these "excerpts" from books I will never write, I call them Partials. Comm...
