Fiction
1 min
Bogart by Léa Galipeau
Alexandra Writers Centre Society
I walked down the hallway of Hogwarts, and into my Defense Against the Dark Arts for my final exam. I am in my third year. After lining up, I waited for the bogart to appear. I thought of my worst fear: Professor Snape with my bad exam grades. Finally, it was my turn. Out of the wardrobe stepped Professor Snape! I felt Professor Lupin's warm breath on my neck as he counted down. At zero, I yelled "ridiculas!" Now Snape was wearing my grandmother's clothes!
(This piece is written as part of the Reality is Optional Kids' Writing Club at AWCS.)
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