A/N: I didn't get any reviews, nobody loves me boo hoo hoo : (
I'll get lonely without reviews, you don't want a depressed person do you?!?!?!
The Escape of the Post-It Notes
It was a fine Friday after noon, well almost; Gryfindor has potions, with Slytherin, as always. Harry, Ron and Hermoine wandered nonchalantly down into the dungeons. On the way down they came across Peeves the Poltergeist who was flinging pre-chewed bubble gum everywhere. Hermoine, who was very good at transfiguration, turned Peeves into a sponge and the gum into Mrs. Scour's All-Purpose Mess Remover.
The groups arrived at potions five minutes early and were the first ones in the class. They promptly lost 5 points. Today they were being taught how to make a fire-extinguishing potion. "This is very simple," droned Snape "all you need is water mixed with more water. Heat the mixture then cool the mixture. Then we'll burn some paper and test your concoctions." "That pot filch sold me lasts forever," mumbled Snape to himself.
The students striated their potions and Neville's cauldron almost immediately melted and launched flaming mushrooms every where. Harry's post-it notes had a mushroom land right on top of them and, oddly, they screamed. Then the notes ran away.(A/N: I don't know ho post-it note could run but) "How peculiar" commented Ron.
Snape sniffed an unidentifiable plastic disc and promptly passed out. The whole Gryfindor house through the burning fungus at the heap that was Snape.
A/N: Wowie that's my longest chapter yet and it's barely two pages oh well. Now click that little button down there that says go.