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The Halloween Feast had been on for hourse. Whether they were in
costume or not,the students all felt the spirit of the season.
"I wonder what Harry decided to do," Ron said.
He handed Hermione a chocolate chip cookie.
As she ate it,Nick rose up through the table.
"Hello,Sir Nicholas. Happy...uh...anniversary."
"Well," Nick said. "I'm glad SOMEONE remembered."
Hermione looked outraged. "No one came to your party?"
He shook his head. "The elves are throwing the food away right now."
"Do ghosts tell ghost stories?" Hermione asked.
"No,Hermione." Nick said. "We do the opposite. The dead love to gossip about the living."
"Oh. Well,have you heard anything interesting?"
"The Bloody Baron walked through Draco Malfoy a while ago. He reports
that Mr. Malfoy is wearing pink boxer shorts."
Ron pounded the table and laughed,as did Hermione.
"And what are you laughing at,Weasley?"
Ron turned. "Speak of the Devil," he said. "Or in this case,the
slimy git."
Draco wore a shirt that read I'M AMBIVALENT ABOUT WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER. "Having a fun time with the Mudblood are you,Weasley?"
"Right," Hermione said. She stood up,then swish-flicked her wand
and said "Petrificus Totalis." She heard Ron saying something
else. Her spell worked; Nothing happened with Ron's.
Not immediately.
Draco's tongue began to move independently of the Petrificus. As
everyone watched,the tongue elongated,flowing down past his chin,
his chest,his feet. Then it hit the floor-but it didn't stop. It
crawled across the room,towards the doors leading out of the hall.
Pansy Parkinson grabbed Ron. "What did you do to him?"
Ron wrenched himself out of Pansy's grip. "Hypertrophus Mobilius.
His tongue is growing. It also has a mind of its own and it wants to get the bloody hell away from him."
To his surprise,Pansy laughed. "I'll remember that one." She turned
away. "What a party," she said.
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The Halloween Feast had been on for hourse. Whether they were in
costume or not,the students all felt the spirit of the season.
"I wonder what Harry decided to do," Ron said.
He handed Hermione a chocolate chip cookie.
As she ate it,Nick rose up through the table.
"Hello,Sir Nicholas. Happy...uh...anniversary."
"Well," Nick said. "I'm glad SOMEONE remembered."
Hermione looked outraged. "No one came to your party?"
He shook his head. "The elves are throwing the food away right now."
"Do ghosts tell ghost stories?" Hermione asked.
"No,Hermione." Nick said. "We do the opposite. The dead love to gossip about the living."
"Oh. Well,have you heard anything interesting?"
"The Bloody Baron walked through Draco Malfoy a while ago. He reports
that Mr. Malfoy is wearing pink boxer shorts."
Ron pounded the table and laughed,as did Hermione.
"And what are you laughing at,Weasley?"
Ron turned. "Speak of the Devil," he said. "Or in this case,the
slimy git."
Draco wore a shirt that read I'M AMBIVALENT ABOUT WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER. "Having a fun time with the Mudblood are you,Weasley?"
"Right," Hermione said. She stood up,then swish-flicked her wand
and said "Petrificus Totalis." She heard Ron saying something
else. Her spell worked; Nothing happened with Ron's.
Not immediately.
Draco's tongue began to move independently of the Petrificus. As
everyone watched,the tongue elongated,flowing down past his chin,
his chest,his feet. Then it hit the floor-but it didn't stop. It
crawled across the room,towards the doors leading out of the hall.
Pansy Parkinson grabbed Ron. "What did you do to him?"
Ron wrenched himself out of Pansy's grip. "Hypertrophus Mobilius.
His tongue is growing. It also has a mind of its own and it wants to get the bloody hell away from him."
To his surprise,Pansy laughed. "I'll remember that one." She turned
away. "What a party," she said.