One day, Ron was prancing along the castle hallways in women's underwear.
Dobby popped out from the Hogwarts Kitchen to see what the heck was going
on. "In the meadow we can grow some wheat germ, and pretend that it's
alive! I'll ask it to the prom, and she'll say I can't cause your going
with your mom!" Ron was singing while throwing purple blossom flowers up in
the air.
Dobby was fed up while listening to this mauve madness creature who resembled his uncle Fernana in Quebec who only spoke Spanish and watch Dora the Explorer. Dobby knew what he had to do. He brought the wheat germ soup, and sploshed it on this mauve madness creature.
Dobby noticed that this mauve madness creature was burnt all over and noticed that this creature was wearing an article of clothing that belonged to a particular family member. "Hey! You mauve madness creature! Why are you wearing my mother's loin cloth?"
This mauve madness creature turned around, and Dobby noticed that this wasn't an ordinary creature; it was Rrrrrrrrron!
"Ron, you hideous mudblood! You're wearing my mummy's loin cloth!" Dobby cried.
"Well, duh Dobby! I was in the same bed as her last night!" Ron said looking like he was going to puke. He was definitely drunk!
Dobby started to cry. "But mum and dad are happily married!" Dobby struggled to say between tears. "Unless you."
"Well, I had a few butter beers in my bag yesterday and I came across your mother. I need some fun so I offered her a couple of butter beers. I told her it was juice. I got her drunk, then I got her LAID!!!"
"Tu es devenu avec ma mere! Tu es un bete cochon Anglais!" Dobby cried in french. This was Dobby's first known language.
Dobby was furious now. So he took went back in the Hogwarts kitchen and grabbed a wooden spoon and a couple of empty glass jars. He exited the kitchen and started to whack Ron with the spoon and while Ron was running away down the hallway, he started to throw the glass jars at him. He missed, and hit Harry Potter on his forehead, (that is the real reason why Harry Potter has a scar). Harry tried to hit Dobby back, but he missed and hit Hermione. Ron yelled, "GLASS FIGHT!" and everyone in the hall began to grad glass, even the photographs that move and threw them at anyone they could.
Dobby was fed up while listening to this mauve madness creature who resembled his uncle Fernana in Quebec who only spoke Spanish and watch Dora the Explorer. Dobby knew what he had to do. He brought the wheat germ soup, and sploshed it on this mauve madness creature.
Dobby noticed that this mauve madness creature was burnt all over and noticed that this creature was wearing an article of clothing that belonged to a particular family member. "Hey! You mauve madness creature! Why are you wearing my mother's loin cloth?"
This mauve madness creature turned around, and Dobby noticed that this wasn't an ordinary creature; it was Rrrrrrrrron!
"Ron, you hideous mudblood! You're wearing my mummy's loin cloth!" Dobby cried.
"Well, duh Dobby! I was in the same bed as her last night!" Ron said looking like he was going to puke. He was definitely drunk!
Dobby started to cry. "But mum and dad are happily married!" Dobby struggled to say between tears. "Unless you."
"Well, I had a few butter beers in my bag yesterday and I came across your mother. I need some fun so I offered her a couple of butter beers. I told her it was juice. I got her drunk, then I got her LAID!!!"
"Tu es devenu avec ma mere! Tu es un bete cochon Anglais!" Dobby cried in french. This was Dobby's first known language.
Dobby was furious now. So he took went back in the Hogwarts kitchen and grabbed a wooden spoon and a couple of empty glass jars. He exited the kitchen and started to whack Ron with the spoon and while Ron was running away down the hallway, he started to throw the glass jars at him. He missed, and hit Harry Potter on his forehead, (that is the real reason why Harry Potter has a scar). Harry tried to hit Dobby back, but he missed and hit Hermione. Ron yelled, "GLASS FIGHT!" and everyone in the hall began to grad glass, even the photographs that move and threw them at anyone they could.