"Ron hurry up, breakfast is in 5 minutes!" Harry yelled up the stairs to the boys' dormitory.
"SHIT!" Ron yelled and jumped out of bed. Muttering various curse words his mother wouldn't have liked he dressed himself turning all his clothes the wrong way in his hurry.
Stumbling down the stairs Ron hurried past Harry and dashed through the portrait hole.
Breakfast was very important to him as you see.
Harry's face broke into a grin before he sprinted after his friend.
"Faster, faster," Ron mumbled to him self as he ran as fast as he could down the hallway.
Not noticing the object standing in the middle of the hall Ron ran right into it.
"Stupid chair," he mumbled before picking himself up and starting to run again.
"Wait a minute," Ron said out loud and froze, "Did I just tripped over a chair? In a Hallway?"
Slowly he turned around and looked down the corridor.
The chair stood innocently at the exact same spot as before.
Ron crept towards it cautiously, what if it tripped him again?
There was nothing special about the wooden chair, except the little words formed on its back
"Tootsie?" Ron read and gave the chair a curious look, before deciding it probably wasn't the right thing to ask questions.
"But who would know anything about a chair named Tootsie?" Ron thought to himself before smacking himself for his stupidity.
Dumbledore of course.
Ron darted up various stairs and finally made it to Dumbledore's office.
"Twinkies," Ron tried, the gargoyle didn't even flinch.
"Uhm, chocolate frog? Sherbet lemon? Pumpkin pasties?" The last one triggered it and the gargoyle moved somewhat grumpily away and allowed Ron to climb the stairs.
He whizzed up the stairs and was about to knock when Dumbledore opened the door.
"Ah, Mr. Weasley" He said amused and walked back into the office, "Please sit down."
Ron sat down on the comfortable Victorian chair feeling a bit offending that the old man prevented him from knocking on the door. He liked the "Knock knock" sound that came from it.
"So what can I do for you?" Dumbledore asked and leaned back in his chair.
"What do you know about a chair called Tootsie?" Ron asked feeling disappointed that he didn't have a flashlight like in the cop series.
"Ah, Tootsie" Dumbledore said and leaned further back into his chair, "He's a masterpiece ain't he?"
"Er… how so?" Ron asked not sure what to answer.
"Hagrid made him out of toothpicks." Dumbledore said with a smile and a gigantic twinkle in the eye.
Ron squinted his eyes to see if it really was a twinkle or just some eye disease.
"Oh," Ron said after realizing the old man wanted an answer from him.
"Yes fascinating story in fact," Dumbledore said and leaned further back in his chair.
Ron of course didn't hear a word the old man was blabbing, he was getting more and more convinced that the thing in the eye really was an infection of some sort.
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A/N: I got this as a challenge from my sister, lol. The ending is pretty bad but I don't feel like changing it. Anyways if anyone wants to challenge me to write something then go ahead.
-Boogie