"This subject is Shit!" said Harry Potter loudly in his potions class.
"What? What did you say?" said Professor Snape.
"Um, I said the people in Dublin always have fits."
"Oh in that case....50 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!" snapped Snape.
"Bullshit. Horseshit. Snapeshit." Muttered Harry.
"What was that, Mr.Potter?" Said Snape.
"I um said Hogwarts is full of woolknit sweaters, of course hit, and grapefit." Said Harry.
"Oh I thought you said Bullshit, Horseshit, Snapeshit. 50 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!" said Snape.
"Fuckitty Fuck Fuckerooo!" muttered Harry.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" yelled Snape.
At this, Harry knew he should just tell the truth, maybe no points would be taken since Snape was a crack head. "I said Fuckitty Fuck Fuckerooo!" replied Harry.
"What? I thought you might of said duckitty sits in a truck and says 'puckeroo'. 500 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!!"
Just then class ended. "What was up with that shit, Harry? I mean come on 600 points from us? That just ruined our chances for house cup!" Said Ron.
"I dont give a fuck. I mean come on would you rather a stinkin cup title or a fifth of Absolut Vodka and a carton of cigaretts?" Replied Harry.
"Throw in a bag of weed and its a deal." Said Ron.
"Anything for you my man." Said Harry holding up the shit he stole from Snape.
"Sweet ass! Where'd you get that shit?"
"Well, Snape held me over the other day and I snuck into his private collection..."
"Fuckin RIIIIGHT!" said Ron.
Just then a goat walked down the hall toward them. Malfoy was fucking it.
"Hey boys wanna hit this shit?" said Malfoy as the goat nayyed for its life.
"uhh...no thanks Malfoy someother time." said Ron.
"Yeah a raincheck will do." said Harry.
As they were walking toward the common room, they saw a black albino tiger chewing on a piece of ice.
"What the fuck was that all about?" asked Harry.
"I dont really know." replied Ron.
"Oh ok I thought you might be related to him or something" said Harry
"yeah I understand" said Ron.
A/N Dont ask it was insane !
"What? What did you say?" said Professor Snape.
"Um, I said the people in Dublin always have fits."
"Oh in that case....50 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!" snapped Snape.
"Bullshit. Horseshit. Snapeshit." Muttered Harry.
"What was that, Mr.Potter?" Said Snape.
"I um said Hogwarts is full of woolknit sweaters, of course hit, and grapefit." Said Harry.
"Oh I thought you said Bullshit, Horseshit, Snapeshit. 50 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!" said Snape.
"Fuckitty Fuck Fuckerooo!" muttered Harry.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" yelled Snape.
At this, Harry knew he should just tell the truth, maybe no points would be taken since Snape was a crack head. "I said Fuckitty Fuck Fuckerooo!" replied Harry.
"What? I thought you might of said duckitty sits in a truck and says 'puckeroo'. 500 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!!"
Just then class ended. "What was up with that shit, Harry? I mean come on 600 points from us? That just ruined our chances for house cup!" Said Ron.
"I dont give a fuck. I mean come on would you rather a stinkin cup title or a fifth of Absolut Vodka and a carton of cigaretts?" Replied Harry.
"Throw in a bag of weed and its a deal." Said Ron.
"Anything for you my man." Said Harry holding up the shit he stole from Snape.
"Sweet ass! Where'd you get that shit?"
"Well, Snape held me over the other day and I snuck into his private collection..."
"Fuckin RIIIIGHT!" said Ron.
Just then a goat walked down the hall toward them. Malfoy was fucking it.
"Hey boys wanna hit this shit?" said Malfoy as the goat nayyed for its life.
"uhh...no thanks Malfoy someother time." said Ron.
"Yeah a raincheck will do." said Harry.
As they were walking toward the common room, they saw a black albino tiger chewing on a piece of ice.
"What the fuck was that all about?" asked Harry.
"I dont really know." replied Ron.
"Oh ok I thought you might be related to him or something" said Harry
"yeah I understand" said Ron.
A/N Dont ask it was insane !