This is the last chapter of this fic. Sad I know! I'll probably write a
sequel but I'll be glad to have it finished and not have to worry about.
Well finishing it! Sorry if my last chapter was a bit hard to follow, I got
a little carried away with myself.
Once upon a time, there was a box. A large box. A large wooden box. It lived a normal boxy life in the corner of a bedroom. Despite being an empty box, it felt fulfilled, people would put things on top of it, and they may often sit on it. It had been in that said corner for many many years. One day this boxes, perfect boxy life was thrown into boxy turmoil. The box was filled with many things and put outside the bedroom. It was then mailed away to a far distant land, never to be seen again.
"What do you mean, I did?" asked Oliver looking confused to say the least.
"Well the night of the disappearance, I was asleep when I heard someone rummaging around in the 7th year dormitory." Began Fred. "So I got up to see what was going on, I must have woken George while leaving and he came with me."
"Uhuh, right, okay and what does this have to do with my clothes?" asked Wood not exactly believing what Fred was on about.
"We're getting there!" laughed George. "When we reached the dorm we saw you walking around stuffing clothes into a box. You were sleep walking. You had all your things in that box and then you took off the clothes you were wearing and shoved them in the box." The boys shuddered.
"You then grabbed the box, dragged it down the stairs and left it outside the portrait of the fat lady. The next morning the box was gone." Said Fred.
Oliver Wood stood looking absolutely dumbfounded. "You. You're.. How can that. couldn't have. Are you.? Is this a. Ahh!" The next noise they heard was a massive THUD as he hit the floor after fainting rather dramatically.
Eve, who was sitting on a chair, fell of it in hysterics. Cordy who was standing near the fir place had to hold onto the top of it to stop herself from toppling over. Trista, between laughs, was shouting "Stupid Gryffindor". Trinity and Amy were rolling around on the floor (not on each other) laughing while Claire sat with a serious expression; she seemed to be deep in thought.
"Hey Claire, that was bloomin' hilarious, so why aren't you laughing?" asked Trin (and sadly enough she did just say bloomin' it wasn't a typo and your eyes aren't failing you.)
"What happened to the box?" asked Claire, avoiding Trinity's question.
"Filch picked it up the next morning." Said Fred. "We asked him where it went and he mailed it off somewhere. Apparently there was an address on it."
With that Claire was laughing so much everyone feared she'd wet herself. "Dude that wasn't funny," said Cordy looking at Claire like she was insane (which she is)
"I know where the box is!" Claire replied wiping the tears of laughter from under her eyes.
****In a Slytherin Dormitory****
"Hey Malfoy," said Hermoine.
"Hmm."
"Just wondering but, why do we have to be naked to do this?"
"Cause it wont work other wise silly!"
"Oh!"
"Ready,"
"As I'll ever be!"
"Okay let's do it!"
Malfoy and Hermoine stood up and wrapped the white sheets of his bed around them. They then put white make up on their face and black around there eyes.
"This should scare Potter!" cackled Malfoy.
"Remember when you dressed as a dementor to try and scare him. That didn't end to well for you did it!" noted Hermoine.
"Yes but this time I shall not fail!" declared Malfoy putting his pinkie to his lip.
Out of nowhere comes a giant blow up ball of the earth. It flies through the air hitting Malfoy smack bang in the head.
"Hey what the deal?" shouts Malfoy. "I'll get whoever did that," he added shaking his fist in the air.
"You stole my trademark evil hand thingy," said someone in a grey suit emerging from the shadows.
"Dr Evil?" asked Hermoine.
"That would be me," he replied.
"Now back to you stealing my trademark thingy, I've been frozen for 30 years I don't have many good trademark thingies okay. Throw my a frickin bone here!"
And with that Dr. Evil vanished into the shadows.
"Riiiiggghhht!" said Malfoy raising an eyebrow.
****In the Gryffindor Common Room****
"You know where my clothes are?" asked Wood perkily. (Is that even a word?)
"Yeah! My mum sent me a letter yesterday telling me a great big box arrived at our house yesterday full of clothes." Said Claire.
Before Wood could say anything the door burst open and too large white figures came "floating" in.
"It is I, the ghost of death!" said one who sounded uncannily like Malfoy.
"You're a dick head Malfoy!" said Harry.
The "Ghost stopped in his tracks looked side ways at the other ghost before shouting.
"FUCK!"
"How did you know?" asked the Malfoy ghost putting his hands on his hips.
"Your voice," replied Harry.
"And Death isn't a ghost nor is there a ghost of death but if you or Hermoine over there new that" began Trinity pointing at the other ghost. "You wouldn't have made fools of yourselves and it may have worked. Okay that's a lie it never would have worked but hey"
Hermoine pulled the sheet off as she shouted; "IT WOULD HAVE WORKED!"
Everyone by that point was either shielding their eyes or looking away.
"What?" Hermoine asked angrily.
"PUT SOME CLOTHES ON DAMN IT!" shouted Cordy.
"AHHH!" shouted Hermoine pulling the sheet back over herself.
"Are you two back together or something?" asked Ron.
"I dunno, are we Draco?" asked Hermoine sweetly.
"If you want to be sweetims," replied Malfoy playfully.
"I think I'm going to hurl!" said Trista a hint of Jealousy as she said that. (She wants Malfoy not Hermoine btw! Thought I'd clear that up.)
"Well. erm we'll be going," said Malfoy and Hermoine backing out of the room.
"That is one weird couple!" said Amy screwing her face up in detest.
"Back to what Claire was saying," said Oliver. 'Would you be able to get my clothes back?" His face lit up with hope.
"Umm no! Apparently someone robbed our house last night. The only thing they took was the box with your clothes in it," replied Claire smiling weakly.
"WHAT?!" shouted Oliver in despair.
"Sorry Oliver," said Claire sympathetically.
"Not your fault!" replied Oliver sadly. "I'll be up in my room, in bed."
"Poor thing," said Trin when he'd left the room.
"We should do something to cheer him up," said George.
"Like what?" asked Cordy.
"A Strip show!" shouted Fred.
"You just wanna see Trista naked," laughed Trin. Fred blushed like crazy, his skin blending with the colour of his hair.
"Uncalled for Trin, uncalled for!" said Trista
"Hehehehehe!" Trin giggled evilly.
"Anyways," said Amy impatiently.
"What can we do to cheer the poor bugger up?" asked Cordy.
"I've got an idea!" shouted Trista.
"Uh oh! The Slytherin has an idea" mocked Trin.
"You shut up Gryffindor!" said Trista getting pissed off.
"Make me!" retaliated Trin. (Reminded of my "heeeyyy!" come back. Only my pals will know what I'm on about)
"YOUR SO ANNOYING!" shouted Trista
"YOUR MORE ANNOYING!" replied Trinity
"No you are,"
"No you are,"
"No you are,"
"No you are,"
"No you are,"
"No you are,"
"No you are,"
"No you are,"
"SHUT UP!" shouted Claire, Eve, Cordy, Amy, Fred, George, Harry and Ron.
"Okay," replied Trista and Trin sheepishly.
"Is there anything we can do for Wood?" asked Harry. "I mean unless we get his clothes back or new ones he will still be upset,"
"And naked," sniggered Eve.
"This is a serious matter Eve. Though the idea of him naked is quite funny," said Cordy evilly.
"We could get him new ones I spose," said Ron. "We could all put money in. My mums knows a place and could get some if I spent her the money and a letter."
**** The next day****
The group had collected enough money to get Oliver some new clothes (much to the girls Disappointment) and still had some left over for themselves. Ron's mum got the letter and money early that morning and had the clothes back that night.
"We have a present for you Oliver," whispered Cordy shaking the sleeping keeper awake.
"What? AHH!" said Oliver sitting up straight in bed looking around confused.
"We have something for you," said Ron handing him a box.
"Thanx you guys but it won't replace my CLOTHES!" said Oliver. (As he opened the box and saw what was in it he got up to clothes.)
"We thought you'd like it!" said Amy.
"Thanks you guys," said Oliver getting a little teary.
"No problem," replied Harry.
****In isolation somewhere****
"CLOTHES MORE CLOTHES!" rejoiced Sirius dancing around his cave waving some familiar looking clothes in the air. "Who knew raiding another Muggle house would get me great clothes like these!"
He was about to try on a shirt when he lifted the tag and saw a name written on it.
It read: "Oliver Wood"
Once upon a time, there was a box. A large box. A large wooden box. It lived a normal boxy life in the corner of a bedroom. Despite being an empty box, it felt fulfilled, people would put things on top of it, and they may often sit on it. It had been in that said corner for many many years. One day this boxes, perfect boxy life was thrown into boxy turmoil. The box was filled with many things and put outside the bedroom. It was then mailed away to a far distant land, never to be seen again.
"What do you mean, I did?" asked Oliver looking confused to say the least.
"Well the night of the disappearance, I was asleep when I heard someone rummaging around in the 7th year dormitory." Began Fred. "So I got up to see what was going on, I must have woken George while leaving and he came with me."
"Uhuh, right, okay and what does this have to do with my clothes?" asked Wood not exactly believing what Fred was on about.
"We're getting there!" laughed George. "When we reached the dorm we saw you walking around stuffing clothes into a box. You were sleep walking. You had all your things in that box and then you took off the clothes you were wearing and shoved them in the box." The boys shuddered.
"You then grabbed the box, dragged it down the stairs and left it outside the portrait of the fat lady. The next morning the box was gone." Said Fred.
Oliver Wood stood looking absolutely dumbfounded. "You. You're.. How can that. couldn't have. Are you.? Is this a. Ahh!" The next noise they heard was a massive THUD as he hit the floor after fainting rather dramatically.
Eve, who was sitting on a chair, fell of it in hysterics. Cordy who was standing near the fir place had to hold onto the top of it to stop herself from toppling over. Trista, between laughs, was shouting "Stupid Gryffindor". Trinity and Amy were rolling around on the floor (not on each other) laughing while Claire sat with a serious expression; she seemed to be deep in thought.
"Hey Claire, that was bloomin' hilarious, so why aren't you laughing?" asked Trin (and sadly enough she did just say bloomin' it wasn't a typo and your eyes aren't failing you.)
"What happened to the box?" asked Claire, avoiding Trinity's question.
"Filch picked it up the next morning." Said Fred. "We asked him where it went and he mailed it off somewhere. Apparently there was an address on it."
With that Claire was laughing so much everyone feared she'd wet herself. "Dude that wasn't funny," said Cordy looking at Claire like she was insane (which she is)
"I know where the box is!" Claire replied wiping the tears of laughter from under her eyes.
****In a Slytherin Dormitory****
"Hey Malfoy," said Hermoine.
"Hmm."
"Just wondering but, why do we have to be naked to do this?"
"Cause it wont work other wise silly!"
"Oh!"
"Ready,"
"As I'll ever be!"
"Okay let's do it!"
Malfoy and Hermoine stood up and wrapped the white sheets of his bed around them. They then put white make up on their face and black around there eyes.
"This should scare Potter!" cackled Malfoy.
"Remember when you dressed as a dementor to try and scare him. That didn't end to well for you did it!" noted Hermoine.
"Yes but this time I shall not fail!" declared Malfoy putting his pinkie to his lip.
Out of nowhere comes a giant blow up ball of the earth. It flies through the air hitting Malfoy smack bang in the head.
"Hey what the deal?" shouts Malfoy. "I'll get whoever did that," he added shaking his fist in the air.
"You stole my trademark evil hand thingy," said someone in a grey suit emerging from the shadows.
"Dr Evil?" asked Hermoine.
"That would be me," he replied.
"Now back to you stealing my trademark thingy, I've been frozen for 30 years I don't have many good trademark thingies okay. Throw my a frickin bone here!"
And with that Dr. Evil vanished into the shadows.
"Riiiiggghhht!" said Malfoy raising an eyebrow.
****In the Gryffindor Common Room****
"You know where my clothes are?" asked Wood perkily. (Is that even a word?)
"Yeah! My mum sent me a letter yesterday telling me a great big box arrived at our house yesterday full of clothes." Said Claire.
Before Wood could say anything the door burst open and too large white figures came "floating" in.
"It is I, the ghost of death!" said one who sounded uncannily like Malfoy.
"You're a dick head Malfoy!" said Harry.
The "Ghost stopped in his tracks looked side ways at the other ghost before shouting.
"FUCK!"
"How did you know?" asked the Malfoy ghost putting his hands on his hips.
"Your voice," replied Harry.
"And Death isn't a ghost nor is there a ghost of death but if you or Hermoine over there new that" began Trinity pointing at the other ghost. "You wouldn't have made fools of yourselves and it may have worked. Okay that's a lie it never would have worked but hey"
Hermoine pulled the sheet off as she shouted; "IT WOULD HAVE WORKED!"
Everyone by that point was either shielding their eyes or looking away.
"What?" Hermoine asked angrily.
"PUT SOME CLOTHES ON DAMN IT!" shouted Cordy.
"AHHH!" shouted Hermoine pulling the sheet back over herself.
"Are you two back together or something?" asked Ron.
"I dunno, are we Draco?" asked Hermoine sweetly.
"If you want to be sweetims," replied Malfoy playfully.
"I think I'm going to hurl!" said Trista a hint of Jealousy as she said that. (She wants Malfoy not Hermoine btw! Thought I'd clear that up.)
"Well. erm we'll be going," said Malfoy and Hermoine backing out of the room.
"That is one weird couple!" said Amy screwing her face up in detest.
"Back to what Claire was saying," said Oliver. 'Would you be able to get my clothes back?" His face lit up with hope.
"Umm no! Apparently someone robbed our house last night. The only thing they took was the box with your clothes in it," replied Claire smiling weakly.
"WHAT?!" shouted Oliver in despair.
"Sorry Oliver," said Claire sympathetically.
"Not your fault!" replied Oliver sadly. "I'll be up in my room, in bed."
"Poor thing," said Trin when he'd left the room.
"We should do something to cheer him up," said George.
"Like what?" asked Cordy.
"A Strip show!" shouted Fred.
"You just wanna see Trista naked," laughed Trin. Fred blushed like crazy, his skin blending with the colour of his hair.
"Uncalled for Trin, uncalled for!" said Trista
"Hehehehehe!" Trin giggled evilly.
"Anyways," said Amy impatiently.
"What can we do to cheer the poor bugger up?" asked Cordy.
"I've got an idea!" shouted Trista.
"Uh oh! The Slytherin has an idea" mocked Trin.
"You shut up Gryffindor!" said Trista getting pissed off.
"Make me!" retaliated Trin. (Reminded of my "heeeyyy!" come back. Only my pals will know what I'm on about)
"YOUR SO ANNOYING!" shouted Trista
"YOUR MORE ANNOYING!" replied Trinity
"No you are,"
"No you are,"
"No you are,"
"No you are,"
"No you are,"
"No you are,"
"No you are,"
"No you are,"
"SHUT UP!" shouted Claire, Eve, Cordy, Amy, Fred, George, Harry and Ron.
"Okay," replied Trista and Trin sheepishly.
"Is there anything we can do for Wood?" asked Harry. "I mean unless we get his clothes back or new ones he will still be upset,"
"And naked," sniggered Eve.
"This is a serious matter Eve. Though the idea of him naked is quite funny," said Cordy evilly.
"We could get him new ones I spose," said Ron. "We could all put money in. My mums knows a place and could get some if I spent her the money and a letter."
**** The next day****
The group had collected enough money to get Oliver some new clothes (much to the girls Disappointment) and still had some left over for themselves. Ron's mum got the letter and money early that morning and had the clothes back that night.
"We have a present for you Oliver," whispered Cordy shaking the sleeping keeper awake.
"What? AHH!" said Oliver sitting up straight in bed looking around confused.
"We have something for you," said Ron handing him a box.
"Thanx you guys but it won't replace my CLOTHES!" said Oliver. (As he opened the box and saw what was in it he got up to clothes.)
"We thought you'd like it!" said Amy.
"Thanks you guys," said Oliver getting a little teary.
"No problem," replied Harry.
****In isolation somewhere****
"CLOTHES MORE CLOTHES!" rejoiced Sirius dancing around his cave waving some familiar looking clothes in the air. "Who knew raiding another Muggle house would get me great clothes like these!"
He was about to try on a shirt when he lifted the tag and saw a name written on it.
It read: "Oliver Wood"