The noise in the hall was deafening. Obviously a great event had occurred.
'Can you see what is going on?' The orange in the fruit bowl asked the banana who was conveniently sitting next to him.
'Mate, I can't see anything.' The banana spoke in an Australian accent, as he had flown from there only a few short weeks before. Bananas didn't grow in Scotland's winter.
They were in the middle of the Ravenclaw table, which was good viewing for the Gryffindor table but blocked their view of the Slytherin table.
'I have an announcement to make.' The headmistress addressed the hall. 'The winner of the house cup is Gryffindor.' Before she could pronounce the second half of the last word, the hall had erupted with noise.
'Honestly these Ravenclaws never win any House Cups. And their ghost is crap.' The orange moaned as he realised he was once again on the losing team.
'Mate, they're about as useless as tits on a bull.' The banana replied, also annoyed at losing.
'And look at those two students. Just making out in front of the whole school. No sense of propriety.' If the orange and banana had had heads they would be shaking them.
'Weasley! Malfoy! Stop what you are doing this instance!' The headmistress bellowed across the hall. The students broke away, blushing.
After a while, the cacophony of noise stopped and the students settled down. Then a student reached out for the banana. The banana looked sadly at the orange but resigned himself to his fate.
'I'll miss you, orange.'
'No!' The orange yelled. 'I'll never forget you!'
And this is what happens when I try to be funny. I have no idea where Scotland gets their bananas from in winter. Or oranges. I just love that phrase and I wanted to use it. The characters can be who you want them to be, out of the Weasley and Malfoy families. Inspiration taken from the Young Ones, 'carrot, could you ever love a cripple?' 'No, I don't think so.' Anyway, review please because even if you think it's crap I would like to know what you think.
