"Where's Fred?"
"Fred? Well, he's helping another client, but I'm here." George answered Hermione as she sat in his office. His office was a large closet in the dorm.
There was a desk with a chair in front of it that Hermione sat in, and two tables on either side of the desk each with an unknown object beneath a black cloth, and a rolly chair. Yes, that's right, a rolly chair. We don't know how he got one, but he had a rolly chair.
"So, any idea on how I can seek revenge?"
"One."
"What?" she asked excitedly.
"We turn him into a girl." There was a pause.
"It's not evil enough. He humiliated me; he will pay."
"How about a girl cow?!"
"Now you're talking, but cows are big."
"Yeah, but they go moooooooo." George said imitating a cow and causing Hermione to become a little scared.
"No."
"How about a goat, but we make it so he can moooooooo? You know, a mooooooooing goat?!"
"I don't think so, think small, but evil."
George suddenly looked as though he had the best idea in the world. "Oh, I've got it come back next week, and bring some money," he said ushering her out the door.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Welcome back, Hermione." George greeted as she walked through the door back into his office one week later. "I have it."
"What?" she said plopping down in the chair in front of him.
"Well, you see, Harry Potter is a very hard boy to reach. He did live, you know? But I have my connections."
"You're his best-friend's brother," Hermione shot.
"Exactly! It's a connection! Now, what I was going to do was go with an old witch stereotype and turn him into a frog. But then I thought that that might not work because you know how well Neville's frog does around here. Then I thought, 'Hey, what about a newt?' Of course, if we did that, he might get better. So, I thought about-"
"George, what are we going to do?" Hermione told him, reproaching his ramblings.
"Well, lets start with the object of our revenge." George rolled his chair over to the table on his left and removed the black cloth. "This is the...Chickenator." He held up a piece of paper. The paper had a yellowish glow and inspirational music played in the background.
"George, that's a love letter to Angelina."
"Oh," he said, looking at the paper more closely. "So it is. Wrong table!" George rolled to the table on his other side and uncovered the black cloth over there.
He held up a neon green plastic water-gun. "This is the...Chickenator."
A/N: *Gasp* You never saw that coming. REVIEW OR DIE!!!!! MWHAHAHAHA
