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Super Cheesy Fungus

Zoe: Fred and George were not vindictive young men by nature (except in the case of certain greasy-haired Potions masters handing out random detentions) but this time Percy

just took the biscuit.

Sarah: said Hermione, sobbing.

"She means 'took the piss'," explained Ron, "but she doesn't use bad language."

Hermione was still crying. "But Ron. He doesn't

like my new petticoat."

Zoe: "It's very nice, Draco dear," said Narcissa. "Look Lucius, doesn't he look absolutely enchanting?"

"Who, Narcissa, you vacant insect?" snapped Lucius.

"Your SON, Lucius darling."

"Oh, him. Right. Yes. Absolutely spiffing little deatheater, and so on and so forth… WHAT?"

Draco sniffed.

"I thought Harry might like it…"

Sarah: "I'm sure Harry will love it, dear," said Mrs Weasley, not liking to mention that Harry was both claustrophobic

and allergic to cheese.

Zoe: "You should have told me!" cried Ron. "Now I'm going to swell up like a balloon and get pustules all over me!"

Hermione thought on her feet and yelled a random charm. Ron turned into a mushroom. Harry smiled weakly.

The mushroom glared at him.

Sarah: Harry shielded his eyes from the mushroom's penetrating gaze.

"I'm sorry mushroom, I really am."

"That's Sir Mushroom to you!"

And he killed Harry for good measure.

Zoe: Which really put a damper on the whole event, not to mention that it was raining. So everyone had a rotten time, apart from the ones that were dead.

~The End~