Green Day and the Hide-Out at Hogwarts
Chapter Five
“Is this them?”
“Yes, this one here, the lanky one, and the one with the Mohawk over there,” Professor McGonagall said, pointing through the darkness.
“I see. Well, we plan to be up away by morning, and will be returning, well, whenever really,”
Professor McGonagall smiled and nodded before doing one last sweeping look at the three band members. He eyes fell on Billie Joe’s guitar leant against the bed.
“Oh, if that guitar breaks during the journey, it wouldn’t be the worst thing,” she said, pushing a few bronze Knuts into the hand of Kingsley Shacklebolt before leaving the three Aurors in the boys’ dormitory.
“Shall we wake them up?” Kingsley asked, looking at the three band members, softly snoring.
“No way,” A young woman protested from the far corner of the dormitory. She had a soft heart shaped face and bubblegum pink hair. “I thought the whole idea of coming early was so we could camp out in the dormitory until morning,” she winked at Kingsley and flopped onto one of the beds.
“Ouch!” A muffled voice yelped.
“Tonks!” Kingsley shouted and the woman named Tonks leapt off the bed. The covers rustled around before a young boy in pinstripe pyjamas stood up, rubbing his nose.
“What the Hell is going on?” the boy cried, flicking a nearby lamp on.
“Oh, crap,” Tonks said under her breath as the whole dormitory started to wake, lights flicked on and repeated swear words circled around the dormitory.
“What’s going on?” Tré said, sitting up. “Are we having a party? Are you the stripper?” he shot at Tonks.
“What the Hell?” A ginger boy named Ron Weasley said. “She’s an Auror,”
“Is that wizard talk for stripper?” Tré asked.
Tonks sighed angrily.
“No, look, you’re in the band, yeah?” she asked.
“I play drums,” Tré nodded.
“Right, well we’re the people who are taking you and your band to a record label – we’re gonna get you to release another album,” she explained.
“But that’s the problem, if we release another album we’ll be bombarded by teenyboppers again,” Billie said, rubbing his eyes and sitting up.
Kingsley Shacklebolt raised a large hand to silence him.
“We are fully aware of that, hence why we’re going to try and convince a smaller record label to take you on,” he said in a deep voice.
“A small record label, you say,” Mike said thoughtfully. “So by ‘convince’, you mean jinx,”
Neither Kingsley nor Tonks said anything.
"However, thanks to you, Tonks," Kingsley began, rounding on Tonks. "The whole dormitory now knows of our plan."
Tonks stared down at her feet.
"That's OK, we won't tell anyone!" Neville Longbottom piped up, still massaging his nose. Due to his excited expression, neither of the Aurors took much notice.
“Yes, this one here, the lanky one, and the one with the Mohawk over there,” Professor McGonagall said, pointing through the darkness.
“I see. Well, we plan to be up away by morning, and will be returning, well, whenever really,”
Professor McGonagall smiled and nodded before doing one last sweeping look at the three band members. He eyes fell on Billie Joe’s guitar leant against the bed.
“Oh, if that guitar breaks during the journey, it wouldn’t be the worst thing,” she said, pushing a few bronze Knuts into the hand of Kingsley Shacklebolt before leaving the three Aurors in the boys’ dormitory.
“Shall we wake them up?” Kingsley asked, looking at the three band members, softly snoring.
“No way,” A young woman protested from the far corner of the dormitory. She had a soft heart shaped face and bubblegum pink hair. “I thought the whole idea of coming early was so we could camp out in the dormitory until morning,” she winked at Kingsley and flopped onto one of the beds.
“Ouch!” A muffled voice yelped.
“Tonks!” Kingsley shouted and the woman named Tonks leapt off the bed. The covers rustled around before a young boy in pinstripe pyjamas stood up, rubbing his nose.
“What the Hell is going on?” the boy cried, flicking a nearby lamp on.
“Oh, crap,” Tonks said under her breath as the whole dormitory started to wake, lights flicked on and repeated swear words circled around the dormitory.
“What’s going on?” Tré said, sitting up. “Are we having a party? Are you the stripper?” he shot at Tonks.
“What the Hell?” A ginger boy named Ron Weasley said. “She’s an Auror,”
“Is that wizard talk for stripper?” Tré asked.
Tonks sighed angrily.
“No, look, you’re in the band, yeah?” she asked.
“I play drums,” Tré nodded.
“Right, well we’re the people who are taking you and your band to a record label – we’re gonna get you to release another album,” she explained.
“But that’s the problem, if we release another album we’ll be bombarded by teenyboppers again,” Billie said, rubbing his eyes and sitting up.
Kingsley Shacklebolt raised a large hand to silence him.
“We are fully aware of that, hence why we’re going to try and convince a smaller record label to take you on,” he said in a deep voice.
“A small record label, you say,” Mike said thoughtfully. “So by ‘convince’, you mean jinx,”
Neither Kingsley nor Tonks said anything.
"However, thanks to you, Tonks," Kingsley began, rounding on Tonks. "The whole dormitory now knows of our plan."
Tonks stared down at her feet.
"That's OK, we won't tell anyone!" Neville Longbottom piped up, still massaging his nose. Due to his excited expression, neither of the Aurors took much notice.