Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

A/N: Sugar High. Again. Read my other story. Its called…. Well, something about Ice cream. Look it up. Hehehe.

This story will explain whether or not Rowena Ravenclaw likes Ice Cream. Enjoy.

Rowena Ravenclaw was sitting in the Hogwarts kitchen, eating cake. Then, Helga Hufflepuff walked in.

"Well, hey there, Huffy!" Rowena said through a mouthful of cake.

Helga huffed. "STOP making fun of my last name!"

Rowena looked aghasrt. "Well, I never! How could anyone make fun of such a noble name as Hufflepuff!" Then she burst out laughing and fell off her chair, squishing a couple of House Elves.

Helga huffed. Then she puffed. Then she Hufflepuffed and blew the house down. Dorothy screamed and flew off to Oz. Then Helga started doing the Electric Slide. Dumbledore appeared out of nowhere and joined her.

Then Salazar walked in. Rowena straihtened up right away.

"Why, Sally, nice to see ya!" She giggled.

Salazar gave Rowena a look. Then, the two of them started making out. A lot.

Suddenly, Godric burst in. "Where is my laave?" he cried out.

Everyone stopped what they were doing. "You're what?"

"My laave! My laave!" Godric cried.

"Hehehe." Everyone laughed.

"Wook, guys, I joost got my retainer oon." Godric said, exasperated. "And now I need to find my laave!"

"Your what?" Everyone asked. Dumbledore started doing a jig as they waited for an answer.

"His LOVE!" a new voice cried out as a skinny boy with a lightning-bolt scar burst into the kitchen. All of the House Elves dropped dead. For no reason. No reason at all.

"What? Who are you?" the founder yelled.

Dumbledore stopped doing the jig. He turned serious. "HARRY GET BACK TO THE PRESENT….. er….. I mean…. THE FUTURE….. I mean…. OUR PRESENT…..whatever, just… GO AWAY!"

"No." Harry said.

"Oh, okay." Dumbledore said, dropped the serious act, and started his jig again.

Suddenly, a scary looking man appeared out of thin air holding a bushy haired girl.

Everyone gasped. Yes, folks, he was THAT scary.

"Who are you?" they asked. Except for Rowena and Salazar, who were making out again. And Dumbledore, who was getting WAY too into his jig. And Helga, who was finishing off the cake. And Harry, who already knew who it was. And Godric, who was fixing his cuticles. So, really, no one asked. But the scary looking guy still answered.

"I AM LORD VOLDEMORT!" he yelled.

No one reacted. Then Harry broke in. "Dumbledore…" he whined. "Me and Tommy are disagreeing again. We started the final battle, but he pulled my hair. Is that fair?"

"Dum-trilium-pum-pum-pum." Dumbledore sang.

"See! I told you!" Voldy stuck out his tongue. "And DON'T call me Tommy!"

"What? But he didn t say anything!" Harry yelled.

"Yes he did! I speak fluent Jig. That was a class when I attended Hogwarts." Voldy said.

"Really?" Harry asked.

"Pitter-patter-pum-pum-pumpity." Dumbledore confirmed.

Then Harry dropped dead. Except not really. Actually, he just went to the Burrow to make out with Ginny. NO not Fred. G-I-N-N-Y!

Then Lord Voldemort disappeared. He left the bushy haired girl. Godric looked up from his nails.

"My Laave!" he cried. He and Hermione started making out.

Dumbledore decided to go talk to Sirius and disapreared. Helga followed him. Now there is no more Hufflepuff. No one cares though. Rowena and Salazar never stopped making out. Ever. Godric go sick of Hermione and locked her in the dungeon. For a long time. Try a thousand years. Yep. One Thousand Years. Sucks for her. Hahaha.

The End

A/N: For those of you who were not smart enough to pick up on the moral of the story, it is that YES, Rowena DOES like ICE CREAM. Duh!