The Bottle of Port
Horry woke up early the next day, cos he had to walk to a bottle of port. Ha ha! Pansy, Billbo and Charlie-and-the-chocolate-factory didn't have to get up early cos they could fly. Or something. Horry, Runt, Whorelakdsjflaskd, Guinea, Gred, Forge and Mr Weasel were all just about to leave when Mrs Weasel discovered that she had a cold.
"Achoo! Achoo!" she sneezed. A bunch of lollies and stuff flew out of Gred and Forge's pockets cos it thought that she had done a summoning charm. Gred and Forge complained, asking for their stuff back cos they'd spent six months making them.
"Fine way to spend six months!" she yelled. Horry quite agreed, it was a good way to spend six months, making lollies. He was shocked to find out Mrs Weasel was being sarcastic.
"No wonder you didn't get more OWLS," she finished. Gred and Forge shrugged.
"It's not our fault. The pet store was closed, and we couldn't buy the owls anywhere else," Gred said, and they stormed off in a snit.
They were all walking for awhile when Horry realised that he was a loser. He said so. Then he realised that he had no idea how they were getting to the Quidditch world cup, cos he is a loser. He said so. Mr Weasel, taking pity on Horry cos it's hard being a loser, told Horry that they were climbing a hill so that they could drink some port that was in a bottle there. It was magic port, that would instantly transport the drinker somewhere else…as well as make them a bit tipsy. Horry thought this was a marvellous idea, and said so. Runt called Horry a loser.
They finally reached the top of the hill, after walking for 120987 hours. Horry was tired. Also at the top of the hill was A-moss and Deadric Degree. They were standing around the bottle of port, giggling and sipping it. Horry ran over and snatched the bottle of port from them, and A-moss glared at him. Horry looked constipated as A-moss told Deadric that he was better than Horry in every way. Deadric looked annoyed.
"Don't listen to him Horry," he whispered, slurring his words a little. "I know I'm better than you." Horry grinned. Deadric really was friendly. Mr Weasel told everyone to take a drink out of the bottle of port. Whoreaasdoifuasodf drank half the bottle before they could get it off her. Horry looked around with a lopsided grin as the world spun past. Then he fell to his knees and threw up. It seems that Horry can't hold his drink. Ha ha!