It was quiet in the Gryffindor tower that day. No one had very much to do, as it was raining outside. Most everyone was up in their respective towers. Exept Ron of course who was in the nurses office recovering from the wound the Whomping Willow had given him when he was out a few nights ago. He was really screwed up from all the Shrooms he ate that night, and he was trying to carve his initials in the old tree. After the tree had its way with him, he had sustained serious wounds too his head, and would be out of school for at least a month.
Harry and Hermione were sitting in the Griffindor tower playing poker when Harry noticed that Neville Longbottom was holding a lighter up to his shirt, and trying to set it on fire. Harry slapped him and asked what he was doing. "I was just seeing if you were flammable, geez" Neville shouted. "If your going to set something on fire, set fire to Hagrids hut" said Harry. Neville agreed and raced out the door
Soon after Neville left, Ron stormed though the entrance. "Arnt you supposed to be with Madam Pomfry?" asked Harry. Ron told him that they let him out early, but both Hermione and Harry knew he was lying. "Why did you come here" Hermione asked". Ron looked around nervously and asked "is anyone listning?". "No one besides us, why?" said Hermione curiously. "I just murdered Dumbledore" Ron gloated. Harry and Hermione gasped. "Congrads" said Harry cheerfully, "someone had to put the old idiot out of his misery, and I'm glad it was you". "I'm feeling pretty good about it myself" said Ron. "What did you use?" inquired Harry. "Cyanide" said Ron, "I had to make it a clean job". Harry, Ron, and Hermione, all decided to celebrate with 4 bottles of Vodka. They spent the remainder of the night drinking and making fun of the lawnmower.
THE END