Harry and Ron were on their way back to the Gryffindor common room. Harry was in deep shock. Ron was talking about this chocolate cake he had had for dessert. "Oh my Wizard God. Oh my God. Oh my fucking God," Harry kept saying. "He was singing. Oh my God." "And OH MY GOD, that DELICIOUS.. taste! I just.. I just can't believe it." "I can't believe it. I mean, I knew he could sing, I caught him once in the broken girls' bathroom.." Ron suddenly stopped talking and stared at Harry. "Wait. What were you doing there?" "Nothing," Harry replied. "Oh okay. Oh my God, did you TASTE that? I mean, the structure was just SO GOOD!" "But that he could JUMP that far? I really didn't have a clue. Damn it! I thought I FINALLY knew everything about that bitch there was to know. I mean, ofcourse I know he's madly in love with me. You should read the fanfiction, everybody LOVES us. We're like.. Let me think.. SUPERMEGAFOXYAWESOMEHOT." "I wonder who invented chocolate.. I want to owl this person. I really do." They climbed through the portrait hole and found Hermione and Ginny watching Grey's Anatomy and crying their eyes out because some bloke called George died.
