A Random Shakespearean Songfic
Harry Potter removed his glasses and absently used his sleeve to clean the lenses. Breakfast was winding down and students were starting to leave for the first class of the school year.
Tell me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart or in the head?
A hand suddenly clapped his shoulder. Startled, Harry nearly dropped his glasses.
How begot, how nourished?
"Ron, you git! Don't do that!"
Reply, reply,
Ron didn't reply and only looked off toward a group of older students leaving the room. Though their red hair made it impossible to blend in with their fellow classmates, Ron's brothers were still attempting to act as unobstrusive as possible.
Harry looked on in anticipation. Fred and George's nonchalance was a sure indication that something was up.
It is engender'd in the eyes,
With gazing fed; and fancy dies
In the cradle, where it lies.
However, nothing happened. Disappointed, the two young wizards reluctantly shuffled off to Potions.
Let us all ring fancy's knell;
Snape had just begun taking points from Gryffindor when the fire alarms began to ring.
I'll begin it -
The students eagerly filed out of the various classrooms and evacuated the castle.
Ding, dong, bell.
Ding, dong, bell.
Fred and George served a week of detention under Filch's supervision, for it took that long to clean up the mess caused by Zonko's Mystically Innocuous Smoke Pellets.
The End.
Hope you're happy now, Susan!
