AFTERWORD FROM THEO:

So after many hours of searching and...erm...snogging... I have released my findings to the public... Or you. But hey, you are the public right? Yeah, I guess you are.

So I brought my muffin in last night at seven so I could save it for morning. Apparently, Potter's owl was delivering a hate letter to Draco Malfoy (I should probably get around to writing him one too...but that's beside the point.) Apparently, while she was gouging Malfoy's eyes out (Ha. I wish. That would mean he's quit undressing people with his eyes...), okay, while she was delivering his letter, she saw my muffin. And she ate it. And the muffin wrapper fell into Draco's bed and he didn't notice. Who found it in his bed the next morning when he was...never mind. While he was-never mind- Snape walked in and pulled him and who-ever-his-unlucky-victim-was apart. That left the white fluff. And Filch came in to clean the room and Mrs. Norris smelled owl and went to talk to Peeves about it because cats and poltergeists totally talk all the time and Peeves said he thought it was Potter's owl. AND BUH-BUH the mystery is solved!

And don't ask me how I managed to scribble this in Blaise's diary 'cause she'll-AHH! It's BLAISE-ZILLAH COMING AFTER ME. WITH. With. With... Ah, I got nothin'.