Disclamer: I do own Harry Potter! And I also own your soul! Plus I'm the President of the world! And I invented everything known to man! And I-
We are sorry, but this patient was gtting out of control. We had to tranquilize her.
For those few who do not know what didng dong ditch is, it is when you ring someones doorbell then run away.
The Queen of Duct Tape gazed over at her friendly companion, Hawk the Falcon, and gave her a look that told her exactly what she was about to say.
"This isn't a good idea."
"Of course its not. That is what makes it fun," the small southerner replied.
"Its worse then when you tried to brake your own leg, because you didn't want to go to gym class." The Queen rolled her eyes.
"That was a bad idea. I'll admit that." She frowned, but smiled her signature trust-me-I-know-what-I-am-doing smile when she said, "But this is golden."
The Astrology Nerd bounced up behind them. "Please tell me I didn't miss it."
"Unfortunately, no." The Queen glared slightly at Hawk, who smiled innocently.
"Come on! Everyone wants to play Ding dong ditch on the Death Eaters."
The Astrology Nerd and Hawk smiled pleadingly at their tall friend.
"Fine, but if we get cursed, I'll hit you both over the head with bricks until Dooms Day," she warned them.
"Yes!" Hawk the Falcon did her victory dance for attention.
"But first-"
"Aw man.."
"Why, for the love of books, did you bring your clarinet?"
"First, his name is Saxophone-wannabe. Secondly, he came to watch." Hawk the Falcon held her clarinet close and stroked it.
"It doesn't have eyes," remarked The Astrology Nerd.
"How would you know, non-band-person," spat Hawk.
"Hawk… your insults are getting worse. I didn't think that it was possible." The Queen shook her head.
"Whatever, let's get this over with, you Yanks."
They approached the door. It was quite intimidating with it's skulls and spikes and darkness. Hawk held out her hand and went to ring to doorbell. She cowered as if it were going to bite her hand off once she touched it. The southerner stood there like that for what seemed to be forever until she noticed that there wasn't a doorbell.
"That's useful," declared The Queen sarcastically.
"Here. Watch this." The Astrology Nerd hoisted the skull-shaped knocker up then let it fall.
The three stood with blank looks on their faces as the knocker hit the door and clanged against the plate. The door creaked open and Wormtail glanced at them from behind it. Each had a different expression on her face. Horror. Anger. And thrill.
"Hello," he said. "We have been expecting you."