Lex: Yay! Our first fanfiction!

Vex: *throws confetti in the air* Break out the apple cider!

Lex: … Soooo take it away Draco!

Draco: … they own nothing…. Not even this muffin I now hold in my hands.

Vex: …muffin? O.O

Draco: … *stuffs muffin in mouth* Mwahahahaha!

Vex: MUFFIN! *pulls out gladiator helmet* This means war! *tackles Draco*

Lex: Reviews make us happy!

It was a bright and sunny day, only one cloud in the sky, in the magical realm…LONDON! Home of Harry Potter and, more importantly, English truffles. Now the lone cloud was rather bored sitting up in the sky all alone, so it decided to have some fun and make some mischief….

Down below a group of wizards, consisting of Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, and one Severus Snape, were minding their own business while strolling down a strip of shops in Wizarding London. Before any of them had a clue to what was going on, a small gray cloud materialized above their heads and started to rain…HARD. Sopping wet and unable to lose the rogue cloud, the group pulled open a door to one of the shops lining the street and ran inside. Next thing they know, Draco, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Snape all found themselves seated on a rather large lounge chair facing a twinkly-eyed woman of 20 sitting behind a desk proudly sporting a gleaming name tad that read "Dr. Mizu-Miku, Psychiatrist Extraordinaire."

An awkward silence followed the events thus previously stated. So awkward, that the crickets that chirp in these kinds of situations died.

"What the flipping fish sticks was that all about?" shouted Ron.

"Flipping fish sticks? Really Ronald, is food all you think about?" Hermione exasperated.

"It's not the only thing," Ron protested.

"I seriously doubt that you possess the mental capacity to think of more than one thing at a time Weasley," sneered Snape.

Throughout this exchange, Dr. Mizu-Miku sat there with sparkling eyes and a calculating smile. "That kind of cloud that you encountered is indigenous to a 4 by 12 semi-spherical range in southern England otherwise known as right here. It usually only attacks when confronted with a group of wizards consisting of a red head, brunette, raven head, blond, and one who has greasy hair."

A silence followed this monologue, and since the crickets died, Dr. Mizu-Miku played a pre-recorded tape that played chirps that usually followed this situation.

Ron, being the brave, bold, and slightly stupid Gryffindor he was, broke the silence. "What does that have to do with us? That still doesn't explain why that son of a marshmallow cloud attacked us!"

*cricket cricket* "Don't you just love pre-recorded tapes?" said Dr. Mizu-Miku.

"Ron, have you been taking your medication I gave you?" asked Hermione slowly.

"Yeah, why?"

"Oh, no reason," Hermione said relaxing slightly.

Leaning over with a grin, Draco whispered to Harry, "He was most likely abused as a child."

"No, the twins' experiments finally caught up with him it seems," Harry said with a snicker.

Hmm…It seems I lost a button. Snape thought with a sigh while regarding his cloak. Button o button, wherefore art thou button. A loud crash caught his attention. HOW DARE THEY INTERRUPT MY INTERNAL MONOLOGUE! "Shut up you GRYFFINDORKS! Not you Draco," Snape amended.

A clap was ricocheted off the wall and reduced the fighting to silence. "Well," Dr. Mizu-Miku exclaimed, "There seems to be a lot of unresolved issues here. Let us review your years at Hogwarts." Before anyone could voice their disagreements, Dr. Mizu-Miku rose to her feet, raised her wand resolutely, and shouted into the air "HISTORIA MEMORIA!"

The room swirled around and suddenly they were lost in darkness. After everything calmed, the group found themselves sitting on cushioned chairs in a dimly lit room facing what looked like a very large screen.

"Bloody hell!" Ron shouted while scrambling to his feet from his position on the floor as he was the only one not in a chair.

"Ron, you actually said something that didn't have to deal with food!" Hermione paused before reconsidering. "But you still cursed." *Slap* Ron howled in pain, an angry red hand shape glowing on his left cheek.

Before the angry and slightly confused couple could continue their fighting, the room began to dim and a familiar theme song that usually accompanies a certain movie series about a certain boy with a certain lightning bolt scar who gets caught in stupid situations. The huge screen began to emit a luminescent glow as a title flew on the screen. "Hogwarts: A History"