(A/N: Ha ha. As I write this, I have a black curly moustache and goatee beard. Courtesy of drama lesson. I was an Italian chef. Reach your own conclusions. I made this up at lunch, my friend had hit her finger or something like that…)
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, just like I don't own Naruto. Get the hint.
This little Wizard…
"This little wizard went to his classes,
This little wizard stayed in the common room,
This little wizard had pumpkin juice,
This little wizard had none,
And this little wizard cried 'AVADACADABRA!' all the way home!"
Ron stared at Hermione, as they reclined in the Gryffindor common room.
"What the Hell, Hermione?"
(A/N: Ha ha. First HP fan fic. Oh yeah, just thought I'd tell ya, someone on the radio pronounced it 'her-me-oh-ne' weird, huh?)