Fred was awoken to the sweet tones of Hermione's voice.
"KILL THE CAAAAAAT! KIIIIIIIIILL! KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILL!" she screamed, while chasing a poor innocent little creature around the castle. There was a crowd of people following her and trying to stop her, but it was not working.
Only after they had shot her with twelve horse tranquilizers did she calm down a bit.
"Hermione, why were you chasing that cat?" the crowd said in unison, looking at her with wide eyes.
"It subjected me to a month or so of humiliation in my second year!" she roared.
"No, I didn't!" said the poor cat, "I didn't do anything to you!"
"NO, BUT YOUR HAIR DID! AAAAAAH!" It took seventeen people and a few more horse tranquilizers to tie the livid girl to a column so she wouldn't strangle the cat.
"Hey! That's MY cat!" said Millicent Bulstrode.
"EXACTLY!!!!!!!!!" said Hermione, "DO YOU PEOPLE KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HARRY POTTER AND THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS?!"
They all just stared at her boggledly.
"Boggledly isn't a word," said Gregory Goofus Graham Gogo Gumball Garfield Glue-Gun Goyle in an odd moment of awareness of his surrounding. Then he began to sing while doing a little dance, "A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J. . .Q. . .elemenopee, uh, W. . .F. . .help me Draco. . .Z. . ."
Ron decided to take a new class called Witches: Discerning The Female Species.
Dumbledore was dancing in a line dance while singing "Do You Know The Muffin Man." He didn't know this, but he was the only one in the line, which provided an odd spectacle for those attempting to speak with him.
"Headmaster," said Trelawney, "Are you knowledgeable in the ways of mathematics?" No answer, "Because I should very much like to know the average weight of a llama divided by the number of carbons in a glucose molecule minus the number of students in this school multiplied by negative pi!"
"Ah, yes. It is 705.93333333," said Dumbledore.
Trelawney just stared at him.
"What?" he asked, still dancing, "Is something the matter, Professor?"
"That's not humanly possible!" she sputtered, looking flabbergasted and waving her arms in circles.
"Of course it is!" said the OLD man, "If the unit of measurement is inches/100, then it is quite plausible. . .unless you've seen Dogma, then you may have some doubts."
"Ahhh!" Trelawney said excitedly, "Methinks I understand. Now excuse me, I must go find. . .ahem, good bye!"
"It's funny how many people have been asking me that exact equation. . ." the old man thought to himself, "And then they run off so quickly. . .hmm. . .I seem to recognize it somewhere. . .I must be going senile. Oh well! WEEEEEE! If you're happy and you know it clap your feet! CLAP CLAP!"
Then Eleanor the Fish came walking through the hall. Ron was right behind her spinning wildly in circles, looking terrified, and saying "Who's there? Who's there? I hear voices, but I can't see anyone! Who's there? HEEELP! Show yourself, fiend! Are you friend or foe?"
Voldemort was attempting communication with the Confused Mongolian Dudes.
"Where is Harry Potter? Parlez vous frances? Ihr Elf hat meine socke in seinem linken ohr!" he tried, but they only stared at him. Blue sparkly question marks appeared above their heads. (French: "Do you speak French?" German: "Your elf has my sock in his left ear!")
"Dove è voi orsi gommosi?!" he shouted (Italian: "Where is he you gummy bears?!"), "Sie launen! Charla a mi!" (German: "You freaks!" Spanish: "Talk to me!")
"Hey Voldemort!" said Fred, who had been listening to this conversation, "You're a polyglot!"
"Você ousa insulta-me?" said Voldemort, enraged.
"It's not an insult!" said Fred, who could suddenly understand Portuguese, "Significa che potete parlare molte lingue! (Italian: "It means you can speak many languages!")
"épuisez-vous!" said Voldemort. (French: "Poop you!")
"Polyglot, polyglot, polyglot!" sang Fred, "I love that word!"
They began to leap about the school hand-in-hand singing "polyglot" to the tune of "Camelot." Yay.
A/N: I didn't like this chapter particularly, but I hope you did! Sorry if the stuff in different languages is wrong. I'm not much of a polyglot. REVIEW!!!!!
"KILL THE CAAAAAAT! KIIIIIIIIILL! KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILL!" she screamed, while chasing a poor innocent little creature around the castle. There was a crowd of people following her and trying to stop her, but it was not working.
Only after they had shot her with twelve horse tranquilizers did she calm down a bit.
"Hermione, why were you chasing that cat?" the crowd said in unison, looking at her with wide eyes.
"It subjected me to a month or so of humiliation in my second year!" she roared.
"No, I didn't!" said the poor cat, "I didn't do anything to you!"
"NO, BUT YOUR HAIR DID! AAAAAAH!" It took seventeen people and a few more horse tranquilizers to tie the livid girl to a column so she wouldn't strangle the cat.
"Hey! That's MY cat!" said Millicent Bulstrode.
"EXACTLY!!!!!!!!!" said Hermione, "DO YOU PEOPLE KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HARRY POTTER AND THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS?!"
They all just stared at her boggledly.
"Boggledly isn't a word," said Gregory Goofus Graham Gogo Gumball Garfield Glue-Gun Goyle in an odd moment of awareness of his surrounding. Then he began to sing while doing a little dance, "A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J. . .Q. . .elemenopee, uh, W. . .F. . .help me Draco. . .Z. . ."
Ron decided to take a new class called Witches: Discerning The Female Species.
Dumbledore was dancing in a line dance while singing "Do You Know The Muffin Man." He didn't know this, but he was the only one in the line, which provided an odd spectacle for those attempting to speak with him.
"Headmaster," said Trelawney, "Are you knowledgeable in the ways of mathematics?" No answer, "Because I should very much like to know the average weight of a llama divided by the number of carbons in a glucose molecule minus the number of students in this school multiplied by negative pi!"
"Ah, yes. It is 705.93333333," said Dumbledore.
Trelawney just stared at him.
"What?" he asked, still dancing, "Is something the matter, Professor?"
"That's not humanly possible!" she sputtered, looking flabbergasted and waving her arms in circles.
"Of course it is!" said the OLD man, "If the unit of measurement is inches/100, then it is quite plausible. . .unless you've seen Dogma, then you may have some doubts."
"Ahhh!" Trelawney said excitedly, "Methinks I understand. Now excuse me, I must go find. . .ahem, good bye!"
"It's funny how many people have been asking me that exact equation. . ." the old man thought to himself, "And then they run off so quickly. . .hmm. . .I seem to recognize it somewhere. . .I must be going senile. Oh well! WEEEEEE! If you're happy and you know it clap your feet! CLAP CLAP!"
Then Eleanor the Fish came walking through the hall. Ron was right behind her spinning wildly in circles, looking terrified, and saying "Who's there? Who's there? I hear voices, but I can't see anyone! Who's there? HEEELP! Show yourself, fiend! Are you friend or foe?"
Voldemort was attempting communication with the Confused Mongolian Dudes.
"Where is Harry Potter? Parlez vous frances? Ihr Elf hat meine socke in seinem linken ohr!" he tried, but they only stared at him. Blue sparkly question marks appeared above their heads. (French: "Do you speak French?" German: "Your elf has my sock in his left ear!")
"Dove è voi orsi gommosi?!" he shouted (Italian: "Where is he you gummy bears?!"), "Sie launen! Charla a mi!" (German: "You freaks!" Spanish: "Talk to me!")
"Hey Voldemort!" said Fred, who had been listening to this conversation, "You're a polyglot!"
"Você ousa insulta-me?" said Voldemort, enraged.
"It's not an insult!" said Fred, who could suddenly understand Portuguese, "Significa che potete parlare molte lingue! (Italian: "It means you can speak many languages!")
"épuisez-vous!" said Voldemort. (French: "Poop you!")
"Polyglot, polyglot, polyglot!" sang Fred, "I love that word!"
They began to leap about the school hand-in-hand singing "polyglot" to the tune of "Camelot." Yay.
A/N: I didn't like this chapter particularly, but I hope you did! Sorry if the stuff in different languages is wrong. I'm not much of a polyglot. REVIEW!!!!!