Harry Edward Potter* could not find his pants. Nor could he any of his
other clothes. He'd been looking all morning and had already missed
breakfast. If he looked any longer, he'd miss his first class of the day.
To top it all off, his first class just happened to be potions. Poor guy.
Good thing we're not him.*
Not able to think of anything better, he grabbed his bathrobe and went down to the common room. Where everybody stared. And then he realized that it was the bathrobe that Ginny had given him for Christmas. The pink one with red hearts all over it. (A/N-Not very smart is he?) And everyone burst out laughing.
Hermione rushed over with her hands over her mouth to cover up her giggles. He glared at her. But seeing he was in pink, he didn't seem quite as formidable as he normally would have.
"Harry!" she managed to wheeze out between bursts of laughter ,"What are you wearing?"
"Hermione! I can't find my underwear! Or my pants!" (A/N-Too bad, weirdo.)
"Well, I'm sure you can go without them for one day! Besides, you school robe will cover that entirely!"
"But ALL my clothes are gone!"
She stared at him.
"Well, somebody probably took them away."
"Obviously! But what am I supposed to do?"
"Well, I'd let you borrow one of mine.but you probably wouldn't fit.so do you know who took your clothes?"
"No! Or I'd have them back my now!"
"Well, why don't you as Ron for some clothes.or you can probably get yourself sick. I know some spells for common colds and such."
"I don't wanna get sick!" Harry shouted in a childish whining voice, "So I'll ask Ron, I guess."
He promptly gathered what was left of his dignity and left to find Ron.
Harry frowned. He hadn't been able to find Ron, so had instead found Ron's trunk of clothes. He knew Ron would probably let him borrow clothes if he were here, but he just had a bad feeling about it.
He sighed and shrugged it off. I was probably nothing anyway.
He leaned down and proceeded to fiddle with the lock on the trunk. What had Ron's combination been again? He paused for a moment, thinking. Ah, yes.that's what it was.
The lock clicked open and Harry pried the lid open.
He gasped.
Lo and behold.before him lay all of his clothes, clumsily stuffed into the trunk.
He was so going to kill Ron.(A/N-Poor Ron.Oh well. He's getting what he deserves anyway.)
Authors' Notes: *His middle name is Edward 'cause we say so. *If nobody knows, more than one person writes this thing. Noodle Sister 1:I can so imagine him strangling Ron. Noodle Sister 2: I LIKE NOODLES. NS1:Yes, you do. NS2: noodle good- yummy NS1:Yes,NS2,yes.Ignore my partner, people.Now.on the count of three we all spaz, okay? One.Two.Three. NS1/2/3:
Not able to think of anything better, he grabbed his bathrobe and went down to the common room. Where everybody stared. And then he realized that it was the bathrobe that Ginny had given him for Christmas. The pink one with red hearts all over it. (A/N-Not very smart is he?) And everyone burst out laughing.
Hermione rushed over with her hands over her mouth to cover up her giggles. He glared at her. But seeing he was in pink, he didn't seem quite as formidable as he normally would have.
"Harry!" she managed to wheeze out between bursts of laughter ,"What are you wearing?"
"Hermione! I can't find my underwear! Or my pants!" (A/N-Too bad, weirdo.)
"Well, I'm sure you can go without them for one day! Besides, you school robe will cover that entirely!"
"But ALL my clothes are gone!"
She stared at him.
"Well, somebody probably took them away."
"Obviously! But what am I supposed to do?"
"Well, I'd let you borrow one of mine.but you probably wouldn't fit.so do you know who took your clothes?"
"No! Or I'd have them back my now!"
"Well, why don't you as Ron for some clothes.or you can probably get yourself sick. I know some spells for common colds and such."
"I don't wanna get sick!" Harry shouted in a childish whining voice, "So I'll ask Ron, I guess."
He promptly gathered what was left of his dignity and left to find Ron.
Harry frowned. He hadn't been able to find Ron, so had instead found Ron's trunk of clothes. He knew Ron would probably let him borrow clothes if he were here, but he just had a bad feeling about it.
He sighed and shrugged it off. I was probably nothing anyway.
He leaned down and proceeded to fiddle with the lock on the trunk. What had Ron's combination been again? He paused for a moment, thinking. Ah, yes.that's what it was.
The lock clicked open and Harry pried the lid open.
He gasped.
Lo and behold.before him lay all of his clothes, clumsily stuffed into the trunk.
He was so going to kill Ron.(A/N-Poor Ron.Oh well. He's getting what he deserves anyway.)
Authors' Notes: *His middle name is Edward 'cause we say so. *If nobody knows, more than one person writes this thing. Noodle Sister 1:I can so imagine him strangling Ron. Noodle Sister 2: I LIKE NOODLES. NS1:Yes, you do. NS2: noodle good- yummy NS1:Yes,NS2,yes.Ignore my partner, people.Now.on the count of three we all spaz, okay? One.Two.Three. NS1/2/3: