Thick Of It

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The tension in the corridor was thick, like the aftermath of a dodgy potion gone wrong. I stood slightly behind the Gryffindors, watching Harry approach the torch on the wall. My curiosity turned to unease as I spotted the cat—a frozen Mrs. Norris, eyes wide with terror.

Harry: "It's Filch's cat. It's Mrs. Norris."

Of course, because nothing spells "normal school year" like a petrified feline tied up under ominous, bloody writing.

The crowd grew quickly, as word spread faster than gossip about Snape smiling. Students jostled for a view, craning their necks to read the crimson letters:

"Enemies of the Heir, beware."

Draco Malfoy, of course, wasted no time slithering to the forefront, his sneer practically plastered on.

Draco: "Enemies of the Heir, beware. You'll be next, Mudbloods."

That word hit the air like a stink bomb in the common room. The audacity.

Jason: "Really, Malfoy? That's the word you've chosen to spoke? are you the heir ?."

Draco scoffed, but I could see a flicker of unease before his signature arrogance returned. Meanwhile, Filch arrived on the scene like a storm, parting students like they were dust bunnies on a mission.

Filch: "What's going on here? Make way—MOVE!"

His eyes landed on Mrs. Norris, and his face crumpled like a student who just realized they left their essay in the dorm.

Filch: "Potter… what are you…?"

His gaze hardened, and his trembling hand pointed at Harry.

Filch: "You murdered my cat."

I swear, the man's voice echoed in the corridor like some twisted operatic accusation.

Harry: "No. No, I didn't!"

Filch: "I'll kill you!"

He lunged for Harry, his hands clawing at the boy's robes. 

I stepped forward, placing a firm hand on Filch's shoulder.

Jason: "Alright, Filch. Breathe. Remove your hand from his robe before I remove it for you." why i am getting deja vu

His wild eyes met mine for a moment, but before he could retort, a calm yet commanding voice cut through the scene.

Dumbledore: "Argus?"

The crowd parted like the sea for Moses as Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape strode into view. Filch reluctantly released Harry, grumbling something incomprehensible about "justice."

Dumbledore: "She's not dead, Argus. she is petrified ."

Filch blinked, his fury replaced with confusion.

Lockhart: "Ah! Thought so! If only I had been here, I could've saved the day, naturally."

He adjusted his hair dramatically. The crowd, now including some eyerolls, murmured in disbelief.

Jason: "You didn't even know what was going on until five seconds ago, Lockhart."

Several students muffled their laughter. Lockhart glared at me briefly before composing himself.

Dumbledore: "We will be able to cure her. Madame Sprout's Mandrakes are maturing nicely. When the time comes, we'll create a potion to revive Mrs. Norris."

Filch, though clearly shaken, gave a stiff nod.

Snape: "In the meantime, Headmaster, perhaps we should examine why Potter and his friends were wandering the corridors unsupervised."

Hermione's hand shot up, as if she were in Charms class.

Hermione: "We were looking for Harry. Professor Lockhart asked him to help with fan mail."

Snape: "And you chose to wander after hours instead of returning to your dormitories?"

Snape shot a cold glare that could have frozen the Bloody Baron .

Dumbledore: "Innocent until proven guilty, Severus."

With a swish of his robes, Dumbledore concluded the matter, urging everyone back to their dormitories.

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Jason tossed his blanket aside, his heart thudding with excitement as the word Gacha is live now echoed in his mind. A grin spread across his face.

Jason: "Finally! Let's see what treasures await me this time."

Sitting up straight, he eagerly pressed the spin button. The wheel began its colorful spin, glowing with anticipation.

Spin 1: Fight Club Book

Jason caught the book mid-air, examining the cover.

Jason: "Ah, Fight Club! A cult classic. Rule number one: don't talk about it. Rule number two: well, you never forget rule number two. This'll be a great read in history class."

Spin 2: Levy McGarden's Gale-Force Reading Glasses

A sleek pair of glasses materialized in his hand.

Jason: "Accelerated reading? Yes, please! Ravenclaw is about to meet its new reigning speed-reading champion. Just gotta remember to, you know, actually comprehend the text instead of just skimming."

Spin 3: Chainsaw (Non-Regenerative Cuts) origion:- Marco movie

Jason's jaw dropped as the hefty weapon appeared, humming ominously in his hands.

Jason: "Bloody hell, this isn't subtle, is it? Not exactly something I can whip out in battles. Though, if someone tries to hex me…"

Spin 4: Denki Kaminari's Electrification Quirk 

Jason press summon eagerly .Jason flexed his hands as an electric tingle coursed through them.

Jason: "Alright, I'm officially a human Duracell battery now. Just gotta watch out for frying myself like Denki does in MHA. Note to self: don't short-circuit."

Spin 5: Johnny Bravo's Training Plan

A scroll landed in his lap, and he couldn't help but smirk.

Jason: "Johnny Bravo's workout? Chest and biceps? Jason turn the scroll to see leg but found nothing Someone should warn him about skipping leg day wouldn't want to end up with chicken legs."

Spin 6: Reactive Adaptive (Noob Level)

Jason read the description and chuckled.

Jason: "Magical white blood cells? Noob level? Not exactly world-breaking, but I'll take a bit of extra survivability any day. Won't replace potions, but it's nice to know I won't keel over at the first sign of magical flu."

Spin 7: Kageyama's Setting Abilities

Jason mimed a volleyball set.

Jason: "This would've been brilliant at Quidditch tryouts! Precision passing? My reserve spot would've turned into first team faster than a Nimbus 2001 at full tilt."

Spin 8: One Ton of Gold

Jason: [Whispers] "I'm rich… I'M RICH!"

He quickly did the mental math.

Jason: "One ton equals 20 million pounds in 1980s currency. Forget Gringotts; I'm setting up Jason's Personal Banking Services."

Vik: [groggily from his bed] "Jason, what are you doing? Shut up and go to sleep!"

Jason: "Sorry, Vik."

He lowered his voice but couldn't suppress his grin. The mental image of a bank vault filled with gold bricks danced in his head.

Spin 9: Daredevil Radar Sense

Jason's senses tingled as his surroundings became unnervingly vivid, even with his eyes closed.

Jason: "This… this is incredible. No one's sneaking up on me anymore. Bloody fantastic." but it would need practise to get adjusted .

[ Jason start to offer prayers]

jaosn: [ Jason start to offer pray] wow just wow thank gacha god it look like i am getting a preety good gacha this time lets go again .

Spin 10: Janice Litman's Laugh (One-Day Spell) origion:- F.R.I.E.N.D.S

The air filled with an obnoxious, nasally laugh that echoed in his mind.

Jason: [Facepalms] "Of course, the Gacha gods had to balance the scales. Why, oh why, did I pray for a good spin?"

His lamentation was interrupted by Vik's muffled groan from across the room.

Vik: "If you don't shut up, I'm hexing you in the morning."

Jason chuckled and leaned back on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

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