I don't own them. It's all JK Rowling's. I'm just borrowing them for the moment.
Ron Weasley was walking towards the Gryffindor common room when he heard a couple of voices in the hallway. He hid in an alcove and tried to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.
"… and it was really huge."
Ron identified the voice as belonging to Terry Boot, a Ravenclaw in his year.
"Well, he was indeed very well-endowed."
Ron's eyes widened as he recognised Professor Flitwick's voice. He could not believe what he was hearing.
"I agree," Boot replied. "But still, that was some organ."
Flitwick chuckled as the two continued down the hall and out of sight.
Ron emerged from the alcove shaking his head. I can't believe those two were talking about men's … bits, he thought.
As he walked distractedly down the hall, he bumped into someone he did not want to see.
"Mr Weasley," the silky voice said menacingly, "may I ask what you are doing out at this hour?"
Ron's eyes widened. "I … erm … eh … uh …"
Professor Snape's eyes narrowed. "Eloquent, as always," he said with a sneer.
"It's just that … oh, never mind, sir."
Professor Snape raised an eyebrow as he said, "That will be ten points from Gryffindor, Mr Weasley. Get back to your common room. Now!"
Ron wasted no time in obeying Professor Snape, and the strange conversation between the Ravenclaws was quickly forgotten.
A/N: Prompt issued by SouthernWitch69: Write about a different kind of organ. Thanks go to broomclosetravenclaw for the quick beta, and to SouthernWitch69 for the Saturday evening beta-reading.