A/N. I don't want to bore you with the inside of my mind, so I'll just say this is for the Love and Laughter challenge (goldenfeather) and Uh. Yeah.
Dicalaimer: I don't own it... is that good enough for you? I sure hope so, cause I want to go to sleep.
Got Chocolate? Victoire Weasley wrote on a peice of parchment and slid in front of her friend, Teddy Lupin.
They were currently in the most boring class ever invented: History of Magic. Vicoire wasn't suppose to be in Teddy's History of Magic class, but she baisically had a pictographic memory and passed her History of Magic classes easily. Last year, they pulled her out of her class, gave her the books for the next year, and then gave her a huge test. She aced it.
No, Teddy Lupin wrote back.
"Crap," Victoire whispered.
"Shut up," Teddy whispered to her, "I'm trying to pay attention."
"I want chocolate," Victoire whispered back.
She raised her hand.
"Yes, Miss Weasley?" Professor Binns said noticing the movement.
"May I please go to the bathroom Professor?" Victoire asked. Teddy gave her the weirdest look.
"Yes, you may," He said as he got back to teaching. Victoire traveled out of the classroom. She walked down the hallway and to the picture of a fruit bowl. She was sure not the scratch the bowl, just the pear. The picture let her into the kitchens.
"Hey, Elvies, can I have some chocolate please?" She said loudly. Three house elves ran up to her with plates of chocolate. She took ten peices, and they were rather big pieces. She put them in her pockets and left. "Thank ya!" she said as she left the kitchen. She quickly made her way back to her tedious history of magic class. She entered to see professor Binns yelling at a Slytherin who fell asleep. Binns really hated that. Victoire sat down next to Teddy and slipped some chocolate in his hands. he looked at it like it was some kind of disease.
"You eat it," She told him.
A/N. Congrats, you survived the first chapter. Good luck surviving the others... I'm not saying they'll be back or anything. I'm just saying that because sometimes when I read a story on Fan fiction I want to rip my hair out by the end because everyone knows thats not suppose to happen. Of course (like my sister always says) it's fan fiction and we may do was we wish. Even kill Hermione if we want. Which I don't appreciate. If you would like to review, click that button, if not, then, well, click something else I guess.