It was an average day at hog warts school of witchcraft and wizardry. It is the gangs 6th year at Hog warts as they all sat listing to the dull drawing voice of professor Snape babbling on about the good students and the bad ones. Which to his opinion were obviously the Slytherins and the Gryfindors.

"As for those of you ignorant enough to have carelessly fumbled through the potion and thus messed it up." spat Snape while giving the " I want you to die" look dead into Harry's eyes. ".I shall expect to have a 10 inc.no a 20 inch paper describing the explosive characteristics of the igneous root compared to the Ignitiakus fungi in my hands by tomorrow morning."

At this statement Paul looked over to Tim who proceeded to slam his head onto the dungeon tables several times, some how hoping that the in some way shape or form the nightmare of double potions would just go away. To his disappointment, it had failed. However Paul noticed he had succeeded on making his entire forehead a stunning cherry red by the time class had ended

"Its not fair" stated Samantha calmly on our way to care of magical creatures.

"Easy for you to say!" snapped Ron, also looking slightly pink and tender on his forehead. "Your not the one that's gunna be writing until three o' clock in the morning now are you.and better yet its all about a moss that can kill you!" shouted Ron.

"Can't we just give the old rat a sample of it?" asked Tim with a not joking look on his face. "We could just leave it on his desk as a present from his good students." we all began to laugh at the thought of Snape running in circles in his office, ignited by a killer moss.

"SPEEKING of Halloween!" said Christilynn while jabbing her finger into Paul's ribs

"AHHH" said Paul laughing. It was 3 days till the Halloween dance and Paul had still not managed to get to asking Christi to go with him. Paul knew this.he was just waiting for the right moment to ask her .well at least that what he kept telling himself.

"What's got you so jumpy?" giggled Christilynn, after removing her fingers from Paul's ribs.

"Hey you!" said Paul. "What's up?"

" Nothing really. um Tim?"

"Yea?" said Tim looking up

" Why is your forehead so ..red?"

" Oh well .you see..I had double potions today ..and well.", Tim began.

"You hit your head on the tables down in the dungeon again .didn't you Tim."

Tim took a breath ready to respond but found himself at a loss for words after the impact of Christilynn's response sunk in. So he simply responded ."Yea"

Ron began to laugh along side Paul and the others as they made their way towards the lawns. Sam was still trying to find out what was so funny.

We crossed the grounds to the little hut at the edge of the forbidden forest. "Greetin's every one!" shouted Hagrid, his gigantic hands waving towards the hut. Paul looked over his shoulder to see the ever-cheerful Slytheryns making their way down to the hut as well; with their usual smirks and gloomy faces on. And of course.the pinnacle of them all would be Draco Malfoy. His silver blond hair blowing all about in the late October wind. And of course, what's Draco without his two idiotic boulder counterparts walking.rather waddling at his heals. All of them with the uniform smirks and grins on their faces. Finally the rest of the Gryfyndors made their way down from the castle. Harry and Hermione came trotting along the lawns to the big hut.

" Hey Hermione! Harry! What took you so long?" Ron said adding a gasp at the end "Can it be? .Could Hermione actually be.are you actually .dare I say it."

"Oh get on with it Ron!" shouted Sam.

".Late?!?" concluded Ron.finally.

"Nope." beamed Hermione. " We still have 3 seconds."

"I hate it when she's right." stated Paul while looking at his watch.

Care of magical creatures went on as usual. Crabe managed to get himself bit, to all of our delight, and proceeded to turn very purple. Draco tried to help by performing the pillexia originalla charm. Crabe was now a livid purple with yellow polka dots. Roaring fits of laughter began to erupt from Tim, Paul and Harry. The female half seemed slightly sympathetic. That is until he began to change colors more frequently. After that no one could resist laughing at the fat disco light.