Japan6 MOVT
Harry sat in the common room, pouring milk over textbooks. Fred and George came in and plonked themselves on the glittery arm of Harry's yellow chair.
"Ah, exams," they said. "Best thing since sliced tree. I mean, bread…obviously. Hmm. Yes."
Harry stared globfully at them.
"We have to go now," said the twins, leaving the room in a flurry of beans and chicken wool.
Amy Stevens walked in just as they left, her jumper covered in salami relish from the feast downstairs.
"Hello? Exam? Harry, you're going to miss Herbology!" Harry yanked her arm up from her side and stared at her watch in flowery horror. He legged it out of the Gryffindor common room and up to the Owlery where his Herbology exam was taking place. Revision rushed through his spidery head as he ran. Postage stamp… I'm a postage stamp… Prongo…je me parle… He reached the door just as the last person went in. He sat at his desk, staring warmly at the first question.
If acid rain (muggle rain) has decomposed the molecular structure of the organism, approximately how many erasers are there in duke size?
He answered it easily, and continued by removing his uni-ball signo scents from his hypoteneuse-like pencil case. He looked down again at the paper and began to write on his 100 sheets of ruled paper.
"I am a fully trained acrobat!" he snapped at Draco Malfoy, who was accusing him of discursive writing. Harry drained his cheesy glass of egg nog and returned his eyes (which had been wandering around on his desk examining the cleaning schedule for 'B' block with Prince Charles) to his Thelson Nornes exam paper.
Don't forget this section
He read.
How many pieces of seaweed do 7000300and24 Pritt Sticks have?
"Hey sir!" he mused, as Snape stumbled past his desk, snogging the arse off Hermione. They broke apart and looked to the back of the room.
"Albus! One for me! One for me!" he cried, waving a football scarf in the air. Harry followed his Gaze and saw Albus Dumbledore sitting cross-legged on a slightly floating, semi-circualar, partially severed, green kitched rug, deeply immersed in a game of chess involving sherbet lemons, Nearly Headless Nick's quill's mother's sister's best friend's cousin's dog and a large gilly water.
"Snap!" he cried, grabbing a sherbet lemon from the board and popping it precariously into his ear. He grinned cheerfully up at Harry.
"Never try this at home. I would also never try this at home."
"All your base are belong to the lots of they," he said, slowly leaning further and further backward. He fell, with a resounding crash, through the wall behind him and lay, smirking, on the floor. "I meant to do that," he told a passing feather. To Harry he said. "You is being build the ship." He shone woodenly for a moment, then with a lingering cry of, "YOU WILLING NOT EVER BE ESCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPED!" he sank quietly through the floor.
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