Disclaimer: I'm not even gonna go there… it isn't mine, never will be, either that or I wake up from a rather pleasant dream. Read and review, please xx The End
(or is it? Mwahaha)
NB This fic was comprised solely by Mystic and Jelly Girl. Totally random nonsense. Unpredictable. We don't even know what's coming next. we had 50 words each, you can see where this is going…
Chapter 1 (although it might not even have chapters… undecided)
"I'm bored," Harry muttered.
"Me too," Ron said.
"Me three," Hermione added.
"Lets talk about cheese," Ron suggested, sitting up.
"McGonagall is scared of cheese you know," Harry told them.
"Really?"
"Yeah, she told us in a lesson. You don't listen though. It's weird, how can you be scared of /anything? I mean, I'm not scared of anything at all…well, except maybe Dementors, but they are fear, so that's to be expected." Harry puffed out his chest proudly. "I'm fearless- and wise."
"You are not, you big liar, I've heard you in your sleep, you're scared of corridors."/
"Shh, no-ones meant to know, Hermione. You're scared of fish anyway," said Harry.
"No I'm not," retorted Hermione.
"It's funny," Ron giggled.
"No it's not. At least it's not something totally silly, like spiders." Hermione spat at him.
"It's not silly at all. They're creepy. They have too many/ monkeys at the zoo, you know. It's quite disturbing." Ron suddenly said.
"Oh, so now you're scared of monkeys too?"
"No," Ron's ears turned pink. "Why are we talking about fears, anyway?"
"You mere mortals were at least." Harry muttered. " I'm the fearless one…Remus said so." Harry began dreamily./
"We don't need to know about your extra-curricular activities with Professor Lupin, Harry." Ron said, sticking his fingers in his ears and humming loudly.
"Yes you do."
"Do not," Hermione said. "Especially me," she added in a dangerous tone."
"You can have Ron, Remus is better anyway," Harry muttered./
"Well I don't want Ron, I've got Victor, remember?"
"Vicky," said Ron quietly.
"No, Victor," Hermione snapped.
"NO, Vicky," Ron repeated, his ears going pink again. "That's what he asked me to call him when I was in Bulgaria."
"You- what?" Hermione spluttered.
"We- I, well, he asked me to/ feed his dog." Ron finished quickly.
"LIAR!" Hermione threw jelly at him.
"Break it up people," Harry said. "Violence is not the answer. Scones are!" Harry conjured a plate of scones and beamed with happiness. "With jam and cream."
"What's the deal with scones all of a sudden?" Ron asked, looking/ down at the grey fluff he had just pulled out of his robes pocket. "You know, why does this stuff get everywhere? It's like, attack of the grey fluff or something. You can even have brand-new robes, and they'll have grey fluff in the pockets. It's really annoying." He/ threw some at Hermione. "Like you. It's just there, it never goes away."
"That's not very nice," Harry interjected. "And you have to listen to me because I'm very, very wise- and handsome, and generally just fantastic."
"Harry?" Ron asked. "Do you want that plate of scones on your head?"