Chapter 7
"It's Gettin' hot in herre"
After about half an hour Fred and George, now accompanied by the money hungry Ludovic Bagman, had collected a good amount of money from bets people were placing on the fight. But Mr. Greenleaf had had enough. "Alright! Enough!" Yelled Legolas. No one listened. "Ok I didn't want to have to resort to this" He flipped his long hair, ready to strike, when...at that moment they heard strange, irresistible music, and everyone in the great hall turned their heads to see where it was coming from, they saw Dobby and a dozen other house elves, all thugged out, wearing baggy jeans with one leg rolled up and dew rags on their heads, carrying a big boom box, "It's getting hot in here, so take off all your robes" came blasting out of the speakers, and everyone started dancing. It wasn't pretty. Dumbledore was just shaking like he was having a seizure, who knows what the hell Minerva was attempting to do, Aragorn looked like he was doing some sort deformed jumping jacks, Snape seemed to have lost all control of his arms and was throwing them wildly around, saying "Missssssster Potter." Then he moved his hands around his face doing the Vogue while saying "Our...new...celebrity," Octavia was grinding w/ Boromir and Ludo Bagman at the same time, Hagrid was doing the funky chicken, Ron was just pumping his arms looking around with a cheesy grin on his face, while Hemione, Harry and Neville followed Octavia, Boromir and Ludo's lead, and Fudge and Sprout rolled through the door to join them. Dumbledore ordered a hundred kegs of butterbeer from The Three Broomsticks and they partied hard and late into the night. At around half past three, everyone was passed out all over the great hall. Everyone, that is, except Octavia, who was escorting Severus and Boromir to her chambers.
Octavia planned to lay the two hottest guys in the castle. She sat them both on her bed, and just when she was about to make two nice, colorful Hawaiian lays for them...Gandalf popped out of her wardrobe."Horrible, absolutely horrible." He grumbled.
"Er..Gandalf, what the hell were you doing in my dresser? And what is absolutely horrible?" Octavia asked.
Ignoring her first question, Gandalf said grumpily, "This Castle, it's so dark and and bleak, and the furniture is all old and depressing. I think the castle needs a make-over!"
"Riiight."
"I think I'll go and ask Dumbledore!" And he hurried out of the room.
"You do that," yawned Octavia, "Mind scooting over a bit boys? I need some sleep."
When Octavia, Boromir and Severus woke up the next morning. Octavia rubbed her eyes went to sit up and -- "Ouch! What the hell?" She had hit her head on a gigantic plastic rainbow that was hanging from the ceiling. She looked around and saw that her room had completely changed; the walls were painted a bright pink with little rainbows everywhere. "What the hell happened to my room?" She demanded, looking over at the door. Three people were standing there- Gandalf, some woman Octavia had never seen before, and a camera man.
"Oooh she's up!" Said Gandalf happily.
"So how do you like your rum?" The woman asked.
"Er..my rum?"
"No she said how do you like your room." Said Gandalf.
"Oh, it's...um...well.it looks like we're in some crazy fag house. I mean look at the pink walls and all these rainbows! The person that decorated it must've been some pin-cushion flamer!" Octavia said.
Gandalf cleared his throat loudly. Snape looked at him curiously.
"I happen to be the crazy fag, pin-cushion flamer that decorated this room," Gandalf said irritably.
Snape's eyes widened and he looked away from Gandalf.
"And I also re-decorated yours." He said with a smile.
"WOT?!" And Snape hopped out of the bed and rushed toward the door, where Gandalf stopped him and, in a flirty voice, whispered in his ear, "I left a special surprise in there for you." And he winked at him.
Snape shot him a grossed out look and rushed to see what sort of idiotic flaming scheme Gandalf had come up with for his room.
"It's Gettin' hot in herre"
After about half an hour Fred and George, now accompanied by the money hungry Ludovic Bagman, had collected a good amount of money from bets people were placing on the fight. But Mr. Greenleaf had had enough. "Alright! Enough!" Yelled Legolas. No one listened. "Ok I didn't want to have to resort to this" He flipped his long hair, ready to strike, when...at that moment they heard strange, irresistible music, and everyone in the great hall turned their heads to see where it was coming from, they saw Dobby and a dozen other house elves, all thugged out, wearing baggy jeans with one leg rolled up and dew rags on their heads, carrying a big boom box, "It's getting hot in here, so take off all your robes" came blasting out of the speakers, and everyone started dancing. It wasn't pretty. Dumbledore was just shaking like he was having a seizure, who knows what the hell Minerva was attempting to do, Aragorn looked like he was doing some sort deformed jumping jacks, Snape seemed to have lost all control of his arms and was throwing them wildly around, saying "Missssssster Potter." Then he moved his hands around his face doing the Vogue while saying "Our...new...celebrity," Octavia was grinding w/ Boromir and Ludo Bagman at the same time, Hagrid was doing the funky chicken, Ron was just pumping his arms looking around with a cheesy grin on his face, while Hemione, Harry and Neville followed Octavia, Boromir and Ludo's lead, and Fudge and Sprout rolled through the door to join them. Dumbledore ordered a hundred kegs of butterbeer from The Three Broomsticks and they partied hard and late into the night. At around half past three, everyone was passed out all over the great hall. Everyone, that is, except Octavia, who was escorting Severus and Boromir to her chambers.
Octavia planned to lay the two hottest guys in the castle. She sat them both on her bed, and just when she was about to make two nice, colorful Hawaiian lays for them...Gandalf popped out of her wardrobe."Horrible, absolutely horrible." He grumbled.
"Er..Gandalf, what the hell were you doing in my dresser? And what is absolutely horrible?" Octavia asked.
Ignoring her first question, Gandalf said grumpily, "This Castle, it's so dark and and bleak, and the furniture is all old and depressing. I think the castle needs a make-over!"
"Riiight."
"I think I'll go and ask Dumbledore!" And he hurried out of the room.
"You do that," yawned Octavia, "Mind scooting over a bit boys? I need some sleep."
When Octavia, Boromir and Severus woke up the next morning. Octavia rubbed her eyes went to sit up and -- "Ouch! What the hell?" She had hit her head on a gigantic plastic rainbow that was hanging from the ceiling. She looked around and saw that her room had completely changed; the walls were painted a bright pink with little rainbows everywhere. "What the hell happened to my room?" She demanded, looking over at the door. Three people were standing there- Gandalf, some woman Octavia had never seen before, and a camera man.
"Oooh she's up!" Said Gandalf happily.
"So how do you like your rum?" The woman asked.
"Er..my rum?"
"No she said how do you like your room." Said Gandalf.
"Oh, it's...um...well.it looks like we're in some crazy fag house. I mean look at the pink walls and all these rainbows! The person that decorated it must've been some pin-cushion flamer!" Octavia said.
Gandalf cleared his throat loudly. Snape looked at him curiously.
"I happen to be the crazy fag, pin-cushion flamer that decorated this room," Gandalf said irritably.
Snape's eyes widened and he looked away from Gandalf.
"And I also re-decorated yours." He said with a smile.
"WOT?!" And Snape hopped out of the bed and rushed toward the door, where Gandalf stopped him and, in a flirty voice, whispered in his ear, "I left a special surprise in there for you." And he winked at him.
Snape shot him a grossed out look and rushed to see what sort of idiotic flaming scheme Gandalf had come up with for his room.