Author's Foreword: Hiyas! I'm Surfer Tsunamiya! G…I mean Tess won't be writing this chapter…. HAHAHAHA!!! Your fates lie in my hands!!! Well…at least my typing fingers… anyways… on with the story!

Chapter Six

The Terra Journal of Surfer Tsunamiya

Friday, September 13th, 5:00 PM ~

Darn you fellow authors…. You say I can't play Quidditch, then perfect Maia Rahmlal gets hurt and all of a sudden you NEED the "skinny gangly purple-haired-freak" to play Seeker.

Oh! And to top it all, when I got onto the field that old flying BAT, Hooch (though she reminds me of Mel Gibson in robes with white hair!) said I couldn't use my board to fly

"It has to be a regulation broom!" she says. HAH! Me? Use a dust mop to FLY? Again I say, HAH! Oh well… she let me use it in the end….

Saturday, September 14th, 3:00 PM ~

Two minutes into the game I caught the snitch and made it look like a feint thingy… that stupid thing that sounds like 'wonky'.

Don't care much. Just when you think it can't get any funnier…I'm lying up here on my board and NOBODY KNOWS WHY!!! Tess came up earlier and told me off but I told her of my plot and she actually AGREED…I think Venus knows by now and maybe a few others but not sure…. I will write more later.

Sunday, September 15th, 5:00 PM ~

Oh this couldn't be more fun. I love leading Malfoy (Draco you dolt!) on like this!!! He's following me like a hound on the scent of a fox. Too bad this fox is a tricky one…

I think the whole team knows by now. They're all laughing whenever I come by and winking at me… I never thought TESS would wink at me! Call Madam Pomfrey… I'm having a heart attack…

Monday, September 16th, 5:00 PM

The hunger has gone to my legs… oh well…if I tell Madame Hooch it'll be over in a few minutes and I'll be able to eat my first legitimate meal in 4 days…

I guess this is the price I pay for wanting either world domination or to have a really good and BIG prank go off the way I want it to. She's calling us down saying it's been too long and the match is won by the team with the most points so far…Cya in a bit!

Madame Hooch had a fit. She went on and on about how Quidditch was a good sport not to be defiled by such rude pranks, or something to that effect.

None of the authors were listening. They were too busy congratulating each other on a prank well played.

When she finished ranting and raving, she noticed the cheering going on with the Authors. She turned brilliant apple red and said that they could no longer participate in Quidditch…or something to that effect. I think her version had a whole lot more words in it.

(Author's Random Note: It's 12:55 at night! SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!! She told me she was 18…)

The party afterward was held in the top room of the West Tower. There was enough butterbeer there to make an elf drunk…. (In case you don't know that's A LOT.)

A large number of the other house members (Slytherin being notably absent) had found out where the Authors held their victory parties, if only by virtue of following their ears.

Oh my… I'm either very drunk or very scared! The Great Uptight Queen of Pole-Up-My-Butt was just carried out by Cho Chang, rip roaring drunk… I want to know how the hell she got drunk on BUTTERBEER!

Oh! Wait... That's right. They all THINK this is butterbeer but I wrote in butterbeer-TASTING ale.

I don't know where Venus went but I heard her saying something about underwear and socks.

~*~^~*~^~*~ Switch to Venus PoV (Tuesday Morning)~*~^~*~^~*~

I woke up the morning after the party with a hangover. It hurt… Oh it hurt. Moving without bodily revolt wasn't much of an option until I managed to reach the quill and parchment I keep on my bedside cabinet. I couldn't get rid of all the effects, like the loss of how I'd gotten from the party to my bed and anything in between.

I roll out of bed to find a very LARGE pile of varying undergarments and socks in the middle of the room. My dorm mates were digging through the pile, calling to each other what they'd found thus far.

Suddenly, a blur of cloth came flying at my face. I catch it on reflex. I unbunch the piece of apparel and was revolted to find green and silver boxer shorts with dark green snakes patterned all over and the initials "D. M." embroidered on the waistband.

"EW!!!" I exclaim and hurl the boxers away, disgusted to think of the owner (the only person I could think of with those initials), only for them to collide forcefully with Serenity's half buried head.

Serenity halts her search through the pile to fling a pair of particularly vile socks back at me. Within a few moments, the air was thick with the ammunition of the underwear and sock fight of the century.

The flinging was only brought to a halt when Garret Avis stomps into the room. Guinevere was the last one to notice so she'd flung one last piece of apparel, which Garret snatches out of the air, finding it to be one of his own.

"I think I know where all the socks and undergarments went, Professors!" Garret shouts down the stairwell. There was a great stampede of feet and almost all of the professors were gathered around or near the doorway.

"Do any of you know how these got here?" Professor McGonagall asks irately. I abruptly found myself to be the target of my roommates' accusatory fingers.

"I don't know?" I say hopefully, only to be dragged off by the disbelieving professors. Oh this is not going to be a fun day…

Author's Ending Note: Goodnight…(falls over dead)

Queen Tessandrilene's Note: After kicking Surfer in the butt for months, he's finally finished this chapter. Yes, my dear readers, it was meant to be short, if only to spare my brother from too much torment.

My usual disclaimer applies. Please don't make me retype it.

Kudos to: Surfer for finally writing this. He did better than he thought! I only needed to fix a bit of grammar and spelling.

Tah tah now! I'm back on the case with Chapter Seven: The Christmas Ball!

~Queen Tessandry de Sanyochisei~

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