It was a normal off school day for Harry, Ron and Hermoine. They spent their time socializing with one another and catching up on any school work that they may have missed like the good kids that all Gryffandors are. "Like I was saying, maybe you could replicate a pillow I can use to smother it. Make it a clean hit. I would use one of mine but they've all mysteriously gone missing." Hermoine lectured, as boring and smart as the fandom depicts her. "Wow fuck ok. You can either kill it for the loot or wait a couple of hours for gristorrent to steal more of Harry's," Replied Ron Weasley, "but then again I'll be pretty busy in a couple of hours so make up your mind."
"How did you know I wrote a story about wizards, anyway?" The girl asked. "Harry told me. He was snooping around your room while you were asleep and I was like: no man don't, so not cool and he was like: haha dude theres thus book full of wizard slash and I was like: I don't want to know this is such a crazy violation of privacy." Ron explained before Harry got back to the group. "Hey I found this book that can defeat the evil Green Skull Man!" He exclaimed while plopping down between Ron and Hermoine. "It says here that-" But then he was cut off by a familiar voice. "Hello, Potter." The blonde sneered. "Notice anything different?"
"Nice...Wheel shoes." Ron said. "They're called Heelys!" Draco retorted. "So why did you come bother us again?" Hermoine asked. "Because I'm supposed to if we want to win the game, duh."
"But Draco, we already have an optimistic sunshine vomitting shitwhipe on our team, and that's Myrtle."
"She dead."
"Exactly! That's why we sent your werewolf body back in time for her to prototype while she came upon her dead corpse in which that was also prototyped, and now she's nearing the medium portal right about-" And then an optimistic sunshine-vomitting witch popped out of nowhere with Myrtlesprite. "Harry! You just left me at the meteor and didn't help me!" She shouted angrily while punching him in the face. "Woah shit Myrtle. You almost killed him there." Ron said coolly. "Okay now where's the next level?" Myrtle smiled, putting a hand on her rifle. "There are a number of high-leveled imps that we have yet to deal with, we need to loot them to alchemize better weapons." Hermoine stated.."Dude I'm ready to fucking strife if you ask me, Harry?" Then the chosen one sprung up with a warhammer in hands and Hermoine bought out her obscurely large weaponized needles. The four then proceeded to murder Draco and steal his Heelys. "To the land of wind and shade!"