Chapter Three
Harry was checking himself out in the mirror.
"Rawr babbyy rawr!" he growled at himself.
Harry stood there, flexing his muscles. He was shirtless and pantless, therefore making him only having boxers on. Thank goodness.
"Umm..Harry.." Seamus looked at him.
"Damn! Um..Hi Seamus." Harry said. He shot him a glance that said "Get out, you know what I'm doing!" and Seamus ran away. Probably to the girls' dormitory. But moving on to Harry, he was still flexing his muscles.
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Four hours later, Harry was still flexing his muscles. Lavender was sitting there, drooling, with her eyes wide open and her mouth open. She looked petrified.
One day later, Harry was still flexing. He was so absorbed in flexing, he remembered he had Potions, so he left in his boxers.
People were staring at him in the hall. He didn't take that as weird, since it happened a lot. He walked cheerfully down to the dungeons.
"Nice outfit, Potter," said Malfoy.
"It's what I always wear…"
"I'm sure that's what you always wear--your birthday suit covered with boxers."
"Wha..?" Harry was confused. He looked down.
"OH NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed in agony. He ran all the way up to the Gryffindor dormitory. He looked at the mirror. He started to flex again.
He quite liked saying spells while flexing in the mirror. He grabbed his wand on the bed, and pointed it to the mirror.
"Alohomora!"
"Spongify!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
Harry was blasted back. He lay on the floor, dead.
Harry was checking himself out in the mirror.
"Rawr babbyy rawr!" he growled at himself.
Harry stood there, flexing his muscles. He was shirtless and pantless, therefore making him only having boxers on. Thank goodness.
"Umm..Harry.." Seamus looked at him.
"Damn! Um..Hi Seamus." Harry said. He shot him a glance that said "Get out, you know what I'm doing!" and Seamus ran away. Probably to the girls' dormitory. But moving on to Harry, he was still flexing his muscles.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Four hours later, Harry was still flexing his muscles. Lavender was sitting there, drooling, with her eyes wide open and her mouth open. She looked petrified.
One day later, Harry was still flexing. He was so absorbed in flexing, he remembered he had Potions, so he left in his boxers.
People were staring at him in the hall. He didn't take that as weird, since it happened a lot. He walked cheerfully down to the dungeons.
"Nice outfit, Potter," said Malfoy.
"It's what I always wear…"
"I'm sure that's what you always wear--your birthday suit covered with boxers."
"Wha..?" Harry was confused. He looked down.
"OH NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed in agony. He ran all the way up to the Gryffindor dormitory. He looked at the mirror. He started to flex again.
He quite liked saying spells while flexing in the mirror. He grabbed his wand on the bed, and pointed it to the mirror.
"Alohomora!"
"Spongify!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
Harry was blasted back. He lay on the floor, dead.