AnIntrovertsPen Writing Prompt #3
You're eating your favourite chocolate bar when you find a piece of paper glued to the inside of the wrapper. It reads 'You've been poisoned. Sorry. It wasn't my idea.'
Chocolate frogs had to be the best type of chocolate ever in Ron Weasley's humble opinion. Better than your standard slab of Honeydukes' chocolate and that strange 'Dairy Milk' bar Dean had given him from the Muggle world. What other treat do you get chocolate, a collector's card and knowledge?
Nothing, that's what. It was like the perfect trifecta.
Ron unwrapped his fifth chocolate frog of the day, another Dumbledore. He threw the card to one side in disgust, never having quite forgiven it for the information it held in first year, and took a satisfying bite of the head. They were just so good.
The creamy chocolate ran across his tongue, filling his senses. He might have moaned a little. The wrapper fell to the floor, white side facing up.
Wait, white?
The inside of a chocolate frog box was purple, right?
Ron reached for it, there was something stuck inside.
"Maybe it was one of those prize things Muggles sometimes put in their food Hermione was talking to Seamus about," Ron thought excitedly.
He straightened the carelessly crumpled cardboard out and peered closely at it. There was writing on it.
'You've been poisoned. Sorry. It wasn't my idea' it read in slightly slanting script.
Ron had to read it twice before his mind caught up to what he was reading. He rapidly paled and made a choking noise, spitting the remaining chocolate out onto his bedspread. He ran downstairs into the common room clutching his throat.
"I've been poisoned!" he gasped out at the current occupants, eyes bugging slightly.
"Get him to the hospital wing!" a brawny seventh year ordered, who he didn't remember the name of, as Harry and Hermione rushed over to him.
"Can you walk?" demanded Hermione.
Nodding weakly his friends grabbed hi by the shoulders and lead him out of the common room, a seventh-year prefect leading the way.
When the portrait door slammed shut giggles could be heard from a back corner.
"He fell for it, Forge."
"Nice switching spell, Gred."
"Capital bit of forgery, Forge."