A/N: This is based on "Bathroom Graffiti" by FabalaTiggular. Just something I wrote when I was bored. Oh, and by the way, for those of you who follow Here is the Place Where I Love You, I should have chapter 8 up by tomorrow. Enjoy!

Hey, can someone lend me their copy of McGonagall's essay? I, uh, sort of forgot to do it...

Ron. Seriously? -Harry

Since when did you become studious like that, Potter? -Ron

Well, Hermione did most of mine...

Why am I not surprised, Harry? -Dean

Oh, hey, Dean. Did you hear that great one about the spiders I told at breakfast? -Ron

Come ON, Ron. You're allowed to "magically" (Pun. Intended.) get over your fear of spiders, but I'm not allowed to pretend to be interested in good grades so Hermione will do my homework? -Harry

ANYWAY, so I saw a spider and I'm like, "AHH! A spider!" And the spider was all like, "AHH! A Ron!"

Is that your best attempt at a joke? -Hermione

What the hell are you doing in the boys' bathroom? -Gred (or maybe it's Forge)

Two words. Moaning Myrtle.

Did I ever tell you guys she walked in on me while I was doing the golden egg thing in the prefects' bathroom? -Harry

I think she probably floated, not walked. Technically... (rest of message scribbled out)

Hermione, we all know you could write an essay about the mechanics of ghostly movement that stretched to the ground—while you were standing on top of the Astronomy Tower. -Ron

She could probably do it while listening to Professor Binns for five solid hours. -Dean

Oh, the pain. The horror. -Fred

All right, Harry? -Colin Creevey

GAAAH—I mean, fine, Colin. -Harry

FIVE HOURS LATER

Hey, anyone seen Harry? -Neville

I think he's hiding in the Room of Requirement. -Ginny

Hey, will someone tell Harry that I removed the little hidden camera I planted in his (violently crossed out several times with red ink) -Colin

I'm not kidding. When Harry's around you, Colin, he runs away faster than Umbridge confronted with a centaur. -Ginny

MUCH LATER

WILL SOMEONE EXPLAIN TO ME WHY THERE IS A SECRET POCKET IN MY (scribblescribblescribble)?

Oh, I think I'd better run now. -Someone Whose Name Isn't Colin

You better run, you Voldemort's nipple, you. -Harry Potter is OUT. PEACE.