Park Jimin is a known student in the wizarding world born with living snake tattoos on his body. A talented Slytherin, friendly yet intimidating - just, sometimes, his little basilisks act aggressive.
Meanwhile, the wizarding ministry was investiga...
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Chapter Fifty-three [4.6k words]
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"Jimin! Taehyung! Seokjin! Jungkook! And Hoseok! Will you pay attention?" Professor McGonagall's irritated voice cracked like a whip through the Transfiguration class on Thursday, and the mentioned names jumped and looked up. It was the end of the lesson; they had finished their work; the guinea fowl they had been changing into guinea pigs had been shut away in a large cage on Professor McGonagall's desk (Neville's still had feathers); they had copied down their homework from the blackboard.
The bell was due to ring at any moment, and they had been having a sword fight with a couple of Namjoon's and Yuna's fake wands at the back of the class, looked up, Jimin holding a tin parrot and Taehyung, a rubber haddock.
"Well, we and they were, practicing." said Jungkook.
Yuna, Yoongi and Fee were holding in their laughs. Yuna ended up coughing a little too hard that Fee had to join in, pretending it was hers.
"Thank you, Fee. I've really been healing though." she whispered.
"You're welcome, girl." Fee replied coolly. Yoongi stared at them like they were eating in class.
McGonagall sighed at the guys on the other side.
"Now that students been kind enough to act their age," said Professor McGonagall, with an angry look at the pair of them as the head of Taehyung's haddock drooped and fell silently to the floor — Jimin's parrot's beak had severed it moments before —
"I have something to say to you all. The Yule Ball is approaching — a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and an opportunity for us to socialize with our foreign guests. Now, the ball will be open only to fourth years and above — although you may invite a younger student if you wish —"
Many girls in the class were giggling which they thought was distinctly unfair, as Professor McGonagall had just told them off for it.
"Dress robes will be worn," Professor McGonagall continued, "and the ball will start at eight o'clock on Christmas Day, finishing at midnight in the Great Hall. Now then —" Professor McGonagall stared deliberately around the class. "The Yule Ball is of course a chance for us all to — er — let our hair down," she said, in a disapproving voice, Dawon, Hoseok and Namjoon giggled silently, with their hands pressed hard against their mouths to stifle the sound.
Yuna could see what was funny this time: Professor McGonagall, with her hair in a tight bun, looked as though she had never let her hair down in any sense.
"But that does NOT mean," Professor McGonagall went on, "that we will be relaxing the standards of behavior we expect from Hogwarts students. I'll be most seriously displeased if a student embarrasses the school in any way."
