Ron came into the common room, late that night. Harry and Hermione were still up, slowly reading a book. Harry was reading a book about Quidditch, (Ron was too dizzy to read the title, and Hermione a book on Cat tips. Ron could barely make out the title, since it was in huge red letters. "Hi guys." Ron mumbled, plopping down on the couch. "Hi Ron" Harry and Hermione looked up and said, then turning back to their books. Suddenly, the portrait blew open, letting in Dean. He was holding a dung bomb that was senseless, and a whoopee cushion. Suddenly he dropped them, and yelled something in Japanese. Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at him star struck; as they had no idea Dean is bilingual. "Interesting choice of words." Said Hermione, looking up from her book. Dean rolled his eyes, getting his stuff up. He started up to the boys' dorm, only to be stopped by Ron. "So what are you going to do?" Asked Ron, curious to the point. Dean put his jaw open, as if it were a surprise. Which it wasn't. "For your information Ronald, these are remote control dung bombs. You touch the button right here," He pointed to a big red button on a small silver remote he just picked up "and they all blow up, releasing a smell twice as worse as a normal dung bomb. This is a whoopee cushion, a muggle prank," He held up the large, flat, rubber balloon-like… thing that was a whoopee cushion. "With these muggle and wizardry pranks I will make it so we will not have potions for a long, long time." Dean said proudly. He was now halfway up the stairs when he was stopped again by none other than Harry. "You speak Japanese?" Harry asked. Dean rolled his eyes and moaned, reluctantly answering. "Yes. I learned it over the summer." He said loudly, groaning once more than heading up the stairs.