The Next Generation Book One: The Ghost of Ackron (Complete) [WATTY AWARDS 2011]

Chapter Twenty Eight: The Journey Home

Well, in detention (I was in there because I left class early, even though the bell rang.), I got to write the beginning to chapter one in book two! So excited! Oh, and this isn't the last chapter. I have one more after this. :)

Chapter Twenty Eight: The Journey Home

James hadn't pulled very many pranks this year. He supposed that he was waiting so he could look like a good kid. Though, he did come up with a huge end of the year prank.

First, he snuck into the girls bathroom and magicked dung bombs into the pipes of the showers. He walked past the bathroom that night to hear atleast five girls screaming their heads off. "EW! Dung bombs!"

Then, at the last feast before the year ended, he'd put alcohal in all of the Slytherin's drinks. He warned Scorpius not to drink anything, though.

"Well! Another year has passed!" Professor McGonagall said, looking over each and every student, "It is time to announce the winners of the House Cup!" James realized he hadn't lost a single point this year. Though he'd earned some for heroic actions in the Room of Requirment.

"In last place is Hufflepuff with three hundred seventy points. In third place is Slytherin with four hundred thirty points. In second place in Ravenclaw with four hundred fifty points. And in first place ig Gryffindor with five hundred eighty points!"

James couldn't exactly describe how crazy it was at the table that night. Just... a lot of happy shrieks and whatnot.

"Let the feast begin!" McGonagall said.

Food appeared infront of James. He quickly grabbed two pieces of fried chicken and began to eat ravenously.

~_-_-_-_~

James and Cray wondered down the train's corridor, looking for Scorpius, Emily, and Trinity.

"...And then BOOM! Dung bombs exploaded when Isabelle turned on the shower," he heard someone say. He smirked to himself and opened the compartment door.

"Why are you smirking?" Emily asked.

"I was the one who put the dung bombs in the pipes of the showers."

"You? Aw, James, we were blamed for that!" She smaked her hand to her forehead, "I can't believe you!"

"Hey, James. Did you hear that Greece is going against France at the World Cup this year?" Scorpius asked.

"Yeah! Which team do you like better? I'd have to say France, myself."

"I dunno. I guess Greece. They're team is far better than France's."

"Definatly not!" Emily interjected. "I'd say France has loads more experiance that Greece. All of Greece's players are fresh out of school!"

"So?" Scorpius asked, "They take quidditch far more seriously than we or France does."

"I really doubt that," Trinity said, looking up from the that morning's Prophet. "'Sides, how did Greece even make it to the Quidditch World Cup in the first place? They suck!"

"That's an understatment," James muttered, reaching for the Prophet in Trinity's hand. "What's up at the Ministry? No killings, I hope."

"Well," Trinity said, "There was one. Tally Mayson. Anyone heard of her?"

James gasped, "That's Zaia's mum! The one who saved us from Yaile or whatever hre name was!"

"You- you think?" Emily stuttered.

James nodded, "It has to be!"

The five sat in silence until Trinity turned to Cray, "So, Greece or France?"

"Oh, I dunno. I've only ever seen school quidditch," Cray mumbled, looking down at her hands.

"If we go to the World Cup," Trinity said, "I'll ask my mum and dad if you can come with us. You'll love it!"

"I hope I can go," Emily said, "I've never been to America before. It sounds fascinating!"

"Ugh, you sound like my cousin Rose."

"Who old is she?"

"Been eleven since March. She'll be here next year, along with my little brother, Albus."

"And my sisters," Scorpius said.

"My twin brothers, too," Trinity scowled at the floor.

"When is your brother coming, Em?" James asked.

She looked up from the Prophet that she had taken from James, "Um, two years from now."

"Bet he's a joy," Trinity said, "but two is so much worse."

"Try having Selena and Sofia as sisters!" Scorpius interjected, "They're horrible!"

"Probably not as bad as Lily."

"I hope my brother isn't magic," Cray said, "He's so annoying and stupid."

"Jacob isn't that bad," James commented.

"I know. But I don't want him here. But if he comes, he better be a Hufflepuff. I don't want to deal with him. Another reason may be the fact that my parents would probably split, too. My mum hates that I'm magic. Probably thinks I'm a waste of energy or something bloody stupid like that."

"That is bloody stupid!" James said.

They spent the rest of the train home talking about quidditch and how bloody stupid things could be.