1. I will not poke Hufflepuffs with spoons, nor will I insist that their house colors indicate that they're "covered in bees."
I was thoroughly and unconventionally bored. What to do? Ooooo, look there's my good friend Cedric, "Oh Cedric!" Strange, he had run away. Oh well, no matter, I can always find and talk to him/torture him later. I walk into the Great Hall and sit at the Hufflepuff table. What? The Gryffindor colors were bothering me. I held up a spoon as I casually inspected it, the Gryffindors were used to this behavior, however the Hufflepuffs are a different story.
God, I hate spoons. They're evil, but everyone always laughs when I say this and I have yet to find proof. I have a strange, not random, thought, the spoons remind me of Hufflepuffs. Seriously, they're shiny (Hufflepuffs could be shiny, but noooo they're still trying to convince themselves that their normal.)
"Ouch!" shouted Hannah Abbott as she jumped at least a foot in the air. She turned to me glaring "Mary, why did you poke me with a fork?" I did no such thing! I poked her with a spoon, not a fork, Hufflepuffs don't deserved to be poked with forks.
I harrumphed as I turned my back on her. I start poking Zacharias Smith he turns to glare at me. I thought Hufflepuffs were supposed to be friendly!
"Why are you poking me with a spoon?" He growled.
"You're covered in bees," I replied simply as I resumed methodically poking him.
"STOP!" Zacharias shouted, and that was how I ended up in ol' Minnies office. Professor McGonagall glared at me as I sat down in the chair opposite from hers.
She rubbed her forehead before "I'm not even going to ask, detention 8 o'clock." I headed back to the Gryffindor common room as soon as I got there I quickly recounted my story and amidst all the laughs Harry shouted "I'm glad you didn't sit at our table today!"
Just a cute, short fic. Hope you enjoy! Please R&R.