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Dungbombs, Diaries and Doofus' Why is it that boys happily live in squalor? I don't think Aidan cleaned his room once the whole summer. Filthy child. It wouldn't surprise me if I caught the bubonic plague from my brief visit to this cesspit. I mean, if I did St Mungo's would fix me up in a few seconds but the issue still stands. |
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Little Miss Sparkle Aidan peered up sheepishly at me from the floor, still lying flat on his back. "Fuck a duck. Mum's going to kill me," he muttered. |
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The Unmentionable 'T' Upon reflection, I could think of several places that would have been better sulking spots than the one I had chosen. I had to admit that perhaps the middle cubicle of the Entrance Hall toilets was not my finest choice. The middle cubicle didn't even have loo paper in it. What a crap choice. Pun intended. |
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An Abundance of Pygmy Puff Socks "As if you could stop me scoring. I know all your sneaky little tricks." I grinned up at him. "Sneaky? How dare you." Aidan echoed, looking offended. |
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The Engrossing and Glamorous Nature of Gobstones "It's one of my many gifts." Fred called, overhearing us and shooting us a wink. "One of these days, Fred, one of your so-called gifts will earn you a one way ticket to Azkaban." I retorted. "Or St Mungos." Aidan added. |
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Moaning Myrtle's Unfortunate Habit "Don't even joke about it. There's a strong chance that by the end of tryouts Potter and I will be attempting to throttle one another to death." I said darkly. Nathaniel chuckled nervously. "Oh, but don't worry. I'd win." I grinned. |
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Arithmancy Formulae "I need advice." Aidan said seriously, his eyebrows furrowed in thought. I blinked at him and smirked. "For the last time, Aidan, stop trying to get me to help you repair that super dungbomb. And stop carrying it around in your bag with you, it could explode any moment." "Oh, hell no." Eliza muttered, scooting down the bench slightly away from Aidan and eyeing his bag warily. |
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Rose Weasley, Queen of the Pepper Grinder I snorted. "You only want a chocolate fountain because Eliza had that at her birthday." "Yeah, and?" "Did you forget the bit where Louis Weasley ate so much of it that he threw up all over Daniel?" Aidan grinned. "Classic, Louis." |
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The Gloriousness of Cheese Straws "Alright. Prepare to have your mind blown by the gloriousness of cheese straws." I said seriously, holding out the plate. Nathaniel grabbed one and sniffed it suspiciously. "Hmm. Smells cheesy." "That's the point, doofus." |
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To Freddie Bears! "Who can't be trusted?" Aidan whined. "Merlin can't be trusted." I told him seriously. "He's a shifty wizard." "Merlin's dead, Lisa." Aidan rolled his eyes exasperatedly. "You're stupid." |
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