I Go to Hogwarts By darkfyrewolf



Chapter Three Notes and Chocolate Pudding



During Binns class, I got bored and went to my old past time for boring classes: Writing random stuff on a piece of paper!

-la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la, bored, bored, bored, bored, la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la , bored, bored, bored, bored, la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la, bored, bored, bored, bored, la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la , bored, bored, bored, bored. Writing on paper is fun! Not really but I'm completley bored.

Harry passed me a note

-Having fun?-

-Oh yes, loads! I'm going to just crack up because I'm having just so much fun listening to the rantings of an old dead guy!-

-I see, are you okay, you're not going crazy are?-

-No, why do you ask?-

-Cuz you sound like you need a psychiatrist-

-You know why? Cuz I've been sitting here listening to an old dead guy, a guy who's never heard of head and shoulders, and a stupid kid with a cut on his forehead! I don't need help, I just need something to do!-

-Hmm, how about we do something to Malfoy-

-Did that yesterday remember, besides the only person I ever play pranks on is Malfoy, it's getting boring, I need a new victim-

-Ron-

-What about Ron?-

-Ron can be your new victim-

-Bad Harry! He's your best friend!- -What should we do to him?-

-Turn his hair blue!-

-To original, need something unique, different, and funny-

-like what?- -Chocolate pudding! Lots and lots of chocolate pudding!-

-what are you going to do with chocolate pudding and Ron?-

-Trap Ron and Malfoy in a giant bowl of chocolate pudding for a week. Then, out of spite, we're going to lock them in a room for two days or until they kill eachother, whichever comes first! And we be able to see it all, laugh at them, just to show how cruel and evil we are!-

-correction, you're cruel and evil (in a good way) and I'm not. You do know that when they both get out of there, they're going to hunt you down and kill you?-

-a minor setback. C'mon Harry, where's your Marauder spirit?-

-I'm not a Marauder-

-But you're the son, and godson, of two Marauders-

-Point taken. But where are we going to get enough chocolate pudding?

-House elves.duh-

-Hermione won't like it, you know?-

-So.your point?-

-Nevermind. Where are we going to get a big enough bowl?-

-Hmm.that could present a problem, where do you suppose we could get a big enough bowl?-

-Dunno-

-That's it, I'm asking Hermy-

-Hey Hermy, where can I find a giant bowl big enough for two people and a lot of chocolate pudding?-

-I don't know, why?-

-uh.hold on a second Herms-

-Harry, should I tell her?-

-No! she won't let us do it!-

-okay-

-it's for an, uh.-

-eating contest!-

I mouthed a silent 'thank you' to Harry and went about bugging Hermione on where I can get a giant bowl.

-Hermy! I need to know where I can get a giant bowl!-

-you could transfigure one, but that's advanced magic, you'd need a teacher-

-NO! No teachers, absolutley not!- -what are you two planning?-

-nothing-

-nothing at all-

-sure, okay-

I sat there thinking about who we could get to do this, then it came to me.

-Harry! I got it! We could get Sirius to do it, he's an ex-marauder, he's probably done something like this b/4-

-he can't. he's on a mission for Dumbledore and won't be here till christmas-

-damn!-

-now what?-

-gimme a minute-

-Harry! Harry! I got it! I know who'd do it for us! I'm so smart!-

-who?-

-Fred and George, so simple I don't know why I didn't think of it b/4-

-brilliant! And if you were so smart, you'd have thought of it b/4-

-shut up, stupid scar head-

-great comeback-

-I know!-

-trying be all conceited like Malfoy, huh? Not doin a very a good job-

-shut up scar head-

-malfoy says that too you know-

-okay snake boy-

-Hey it's not my fault I can talk to snakes, blame voldemort, he tried to kill me!-

-of course, it's always the old "blame voldie, he tried to kill me" spiel. You know very well that you shouldn't have stolen his bunny slippers, that's why he tried to kill you. Bad bunny slipper thief Harry!-

at this point, Harry couldn't write because he laughing too much.

"Mr. Potter!" cried Binns "would you kindly refrain from laughing in my class"

"Yes sir" he said.

-the plan commences at lunch-

-alright-