Sorry for the wait folks! I took a look at the reviews and went braindead for a while. But special thanks to Justin Cam, Abigfan, Shasha Perino, Fantasy Wolf (Sorry about "Fantasy", it'll Wolfgang from now on,) Person LaPerson, Nicole Kemp, Aloha Chiquita, Pretty Flower (You'll be Alma Obscurus in this) and Draco is the coolest (I'll put you in as JJ Doe cause I don't know your name). Also thanks to my anonymous reviewers.
The endings may seem strange going from chapter to chapter, but that's so I can link it to reviewer participation. I'd say this would be during the third year.
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That's a spicy meatball!
The bowl of punch sailed high into the air. Professor Dumblemore, leading a tour of investors on a tour of the school, certainly did not expect to come across such an unruly scene, and neither did his investors, Mrs. Nicole Kemp and Mrs. Alma Obscurus. None of them certainly expected a bowl of fruit punch to land on Dumblemore's head, splattering everywhere. "Oh!" cried Nicole Kemp, "Why I've never!" Alma Obscurus frowned at her. "Sure you haven't." They glared at each other and then at Dumbmore, who was busy dodging cupcakes. The punch had left him with a head of pink hair and a pink beard. His bright pink face may not have been caused by the punch. "I assure you ladies, this doesn't happen often, I mean, this hasn't happened before." "I should hope not!" exclaimed Mrs. Kemp indignantly, walking out of the messy cafeteria followed by Mrs. Obscurus, who said. "It would have been less insulting it the food had been catered!" Dumblemore ran after the women, sliding on the wet floor on his way out.
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Hermione peeked over the table and spotted Snape, who was currently being chased by McGonagall, who was shouting "Come back here and fight like a man!" while tossing tomatoes at him. Hermione grabbed a glob of jello off of a tray and thought to throw it at him, but got a better idea. She waited for the potions professor to get so close, and then she flung the glob on the floor infront of him. Snape slid on the trail of jello. "Whooooa!" He said as he slid, unable to stop himself.
Abi was just now staggering up. Fred and George shouted for Abi to get out of the way. Having seen Snape sliding over, Abi needed no warning. Abi dived out of the way as Snape fell over the boken table, getting a face full of cream puffs. "You okay?" asked George as he and Fred ran over with the cart. :"Yeah," said Abi with a grin, "The creampuffs broke my fall. Who did that?" George pointed to Fantasy Wolf, better known as Wolfgang. Abi grabbed a pie off the cart, some meatballs off a discarded tray, and some hot sauce off of the still standing part of the broken table. "What are you doing?" Fred asked as Abi worked. "Making a spicey meatball pie," replied Abi. When finished, Abi called Wolfgang to get his attention. "Hey, Wolfgang!" Abi shouted and threw the pie. Wolfgang turned his head just in time to get a face full of meatball, vanilla pudding and hotsauce. Abi, Fred and George grabbed their cart and moved before they were hit by the tray of one angry Wolfgang.
Jarden "Aloha" Chiquita watched the whole scene with Abi and the meatball pie and got an idea. Aloha grabbed the bottle of hot sauce and the remaider of meatballs Abi had left behind. After drenching the squashed meatballs with hot sauce, Aloha snuck up behind Draco. Aloha didn't have anything against Draco personally, but Aloha thought it would be especially funny to see how he would like a spicy meatball at the moment. "Hey Draco," Aloha said, tapping Malfoy on the shoulder. "What?" Draco growled. Taking advantage of Draco's open mouth, Aloha, smushed in the soaking meatball mess. "Nothing," Aloha said and ran off. Draco gagged on the meatball and spat it out, but not before the hot sauce and done it's duty. "You okay Draco?" Crabbe asked, but Draco was incapable of answering (Did the author mention this was extra hot sauce?). His face was beet red, and he made a slight gasping sound. He then knocked Crabbe out of the way. He was in need of water, anything cool and liquid, and bad. He spotted the last bowl of punch sitting innocently on the end of the partially borken table, in front of him. Draco hobbled over to the bowl only to see Pearl approach it. "Stay back!" shouted Draco, but Pearl had already grabbed the punch. Draco gripped the punch bowl as Pearl moved to take it away.
"N-N-Need p-p-punch." Draco gasped, feeling as if his mouth were ready to burst into flames. Pearl blinked at him. "Huh?" "Give me punch," stuttered Draco, "Hot, hot." Pearl smiled, saying, " You want me to give you this?" Draco nodded.
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Okay, shall I give it to him folks?
The endings may seem strange going from chapter to chapter, but that's so I can link it to reviewer participation. I'd say this would be during the third year.
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That's a spicy meatball!
The bowl of punch sailed high into the air. Professor Dumblemore, leading a tour of investors on a tour of the school, certainly did not expect to come across such an unruly scene, and neither did his investors, Mrs. Nicole Kemp and Mrs. Alma Obscurus. None of them certainly expected a bowl of fruit punch to land on Dumblemore's head, splattering everywhere. "Oh!" cried Nicole Kemp, "Why I've never!" Alma Obscurus frowned at her. "Sure you haven't." They glared at each other and then at Dumbmore, who was busy dodging cupcakes. The punch had left him with a head of pink hair and a pink beard. His bright pink face may not have been caused by the punch. "I assure you ladies, this doesn't happen often, I mean, this hasn't happened before." "I should hope not!" exclaimed Mrs. Kemp indignantly, walking out of the messy cafeteria followed by Mrs. Obscurus, who said. "It would have been less insulting it the food had been catered!" Dumblemore ran after the women, sliding on the wet floor on his way out.
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Hermione peeked over the table and spotted Snape, who was currently being chased by McGonagall, who was shouting "Come back here and fight like a man!" while tossing tomatoes at him. Hermione grabbed a glob of jello off of a tray and thought to throw it at him, but got a better idea. She waited for the potions professor to get so close, and then she flung the glob on the floor infront of him. Snape slid on the trail of jello. "Whooooa!" He said as he slid, unable to stop himself.
Abi was just now staggering up. Fred and George shouted for Abi to get out of the way. Having seen Snape sliding over, Abi needed no warning. Abi dived out of the way as Snape fell over the boken table, getting a face full of cream puffs. "You okay?" asked George as he and Fred ran over with the cart. :"Yeah," said Abi with a grin, "The creampuffs broke my fall. Who did that?" George pointed to Fantasy Wolf, better known as Wolfgang. Abi grabbed a pie off the cart, some meatballs off a discarded tray, and some hot sauce off of the still standing part of the broken table. "What are you doing?" Fred asked as Abi worked. "Making a spicey meatball pie," replied Abi. When finished, Abi called Wolfgang to get his attention. "Hey, Wolfgang!" Abi shouted and threw the pie. Wolfgang turned his head just in time to get a face full of meatball, vanilla pudding and hotsauce. Abi, Fred and George grabbed their cart and moved before they were hit by the tray of one angry Wolfgang.
Jarden "Aloha" Chiquita watched the whole scene with Abi and the meatball pie and got an idea. Aloha grabbed the bottle of hot sauce and the remaider of meatballs Abi had left behind. After drenching the squashed meatballs with hot sauce, Aloha snuck up behind Draco. Aloha didn't have anything against Draco personally, but Aloha thought it would be especially funny to see how he would like a spicy meatball at the moment. "Hey Draco," Aloha said, tapping Malfoy on the shoulder. "What?" Draco growled. Taking advantage of Draco's open mouth, Aloha, smushed in the soaking meatball mess. "Nothing," Aloha said and ran off. Draco gagged on the meatball and spat it out, but not before the hot sauce and done it's duty. "You okay Draco?" Crabbe asked, but Draco was incapable of answering (Did the author mention this was extra hot sauce?). His face was beet red, and he made a slight gasping sound. He then knocked Crabbe out of the way. He was in need of water, anything cool and liquid, and bad. He spotted the last bowl of punch sitting innocently on the end of the partially borken table, in front of him. Draco hobbled over to the bowl only to see Pearl approach it. "Stay back!" shouted Draco, but Pearl had already grabbed the punch. Draco gripped the punch bowl as Pearl moved to take it away.
"N-N-Need p-p-punch." Draco gasped, feeling as if his mouth were ready to burst into flames. Pearl blinked at him. "Huh?" "Give me punch," stuttered Draco, "Hot, hot." Pearl smiled, saying, " You want me to give you this?" Draco nodded.
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Okay, shall I give it to him folks?