((The beginning in the italic font is a paragraph form the book. I noticed a spoof in the rush of Prefects getting their houses to the dormitories. Just work with it and enjoy.))
Harry was just helping himself to a jacket potato when Professor Quirrell came sprinting into the hall, his turban askew and terror on his face. Everyone stared as he reached Professor Dumbledore's chair, slumped against the table and gasped, "Troll in the dungeons-thought you ought to know."
He then sank to the floor in a dead faint.
There was an uproar. It took several purple firecrackers exploding from the end of Professor Dumbledore's wand to bring silence.
"Prefects," he rumbled, "lead your Houses back to the dormitories immediately!"
Percy was in his element.
"Follow me! Stick together, first years! No need to fear the troll if you follow my orders! Stay close to me, now. Make way, first years coming through! Excuse me, I'm a Prefect!"
In the midst of all this, stood Malfoy and his little premature gang, staring a blank stare that an owl would have. Pansy just chirped, gulping.
"But... Our dormitories are in the dungeons..."
((x] R&R!))