The Jar

Florean Fortescue walked into the Slytherin common room his Hufflepuff robes flowing behind him. He was head boy and well let's just say he was abusing his privileges. He searched around the green lit room searching for any sign of movement, but it was an eerie silence. Sure it was Wacky Wednesday and most people were in the Great Hall having fun, but with Slytherins he expected someone to stay behind and break the rules. He walked around the room and found a big podium in the middle of the room. It looked as if something prestigious would sit on it, but there was nothing there. He made a face and then he heard a noise from the dormitories. He fled quickly out of the common room and walked back to the Great Hall where he would go about as if nothing had happened.


"Someone's stolen the jar!" Bellatrix screamed as she ran into breakfast. Only the people from the Slytherin table who actually knew what she was talking about turned; Bellatrix was known for random outbursts. Rabastan Lestrange stood and patted her shoulder.

"Bellatrix are you sure about this." She nodded quickly and looked to the rest of the Slytherins.

"Has anyone told anyone from another house the password?" Everyone at the Slytherin table nodded their heads quickly no one wanted to be on Bellatrix's bad side. Florean seeing some conflict headed over to see Bellatrix and the Slytherins.

"Is there a problem here?" Bellatrix's nearly black eyes seemed to drill holes in the Hufflepuffs head. Of course there's' a problem here you filthy half blood. Now fix it! Instead of shouting those words though she just kept her same glare.

"Yes" Rabastan said finally speaking for her, "somebody's stolen Salazar Slytherins jar." Florean nodded remembering the podium from the night before; it must have been where the jar sat.

"Well what's in it?"

"Well it's technically the decoy for Salazar Slytherins urn, but we use it to store the pot for our bets."

"Bets?" Florean said not understanding.

"Well" Rabastan said swallowing hard, the stuff they did in the Slytherin common room didn't exactly coincide with school rules. "We do quidditch bets and stuff like that." Florean nodded and Rabastan sighed; he wasn't actually going to tell the head boy himself that the Slytherins bet right now was how many Hufflepuffs could Bellatrix curse in a day?

"I haven't seen it" Florean said suspecting that the jar had some secret meaning "and I swear on Lucius Malfoy's pimp stick that I didn't do it." Lucius looked up from his plate of eggs and shot Florean a dirty look.

"It's not my pimp stick."

"No it isn't his pimp stick" four girls sitting near him chimed at once. The table went absolutely silent, and Florean wanted to laugh so hard. He was right that Lucius was a pimp there was no way a fourteen year old boy would just carry around a cane like that for fun. He laughed and walked away as the Slytherins continued to discuss the missing jar.

Ok so this isn't my best work, but I wanted to finish this challenge and update something. Today was my first day back to school and boy it was a long day. I'm just glad to be home and writing fanfiction though. Please review. :D