A/N: Hello!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry
this has taken so long to update, ff.net buggered itself up (as you know) so I
couldn't update and I've been a lazy git. So… to make up for ff.net's massive
incompetence, and mine, here is the latest action-packed chapter of…Closet
Cases! WOOT!
Chapter 3: I Think He's
Concussed…
Hermione and Ron landed on a
parquet floor with a hefty thump.
Ron stayed in a heap on the
floor but Hermione skidded slightly across the floor. But that was probably
because she was wearing a very large silky ball gown.
Ron blinked stupidly for a
bit before he realised that Hermione had hit her head on a table and went to
help her up.
"You ok 'Mione?" He asked as
he reached out his hand.
"What did you call her?"
said a waiter (who reminded slightly him of Percy)
"Eh?"
"It's your majesty to you,
servant boy, now get behind those doors!" he snapped (now Ron was convinced it
was Percy's clone).
Hermione simply looked up at
Ron with a puzzled face before looking at her shoes.
"Thank you for helping me
up." She said quietly.
"No problem…your majesty?"
Hermione just looked sad and
looked at her shoes again.
"Princess Herm-o-ninny! Has
this 'servant boy' been bofferink you?"
A tall, surly-looking man
with a bent nose came over to Hermione. He was dressed in a red set of robes
with a plumed hat perched stupidly on his head.
"No Viktor, I fell and he
was helping me up."
'Viktor Krum's here?!? Ok,
this is too weird.' thought Ron.
Viktor threw Ron a dirty
look and turned to leave.
"Come, Herm-o-ninny! The
dance is now to start!"
Hermione allowed herself be
dragged away with a pained look in her eyes. She said, "Thank you,
Serving-Boy…" as Viktor took her away to dance.
Ron stood there stunned.
'Ok.' He thought. 'I'm in what
looks like a palace ballroom, I seem to be forgiven by Hermione, Viktor Krum
has suddenly turned up in a plumed hat, I seem to be some kind of servant -no
change there- and I am wearing…' he looked down at himself for the first time,'
I am wearing a white plastic apron, black trousers and an -ugh! - Maroon
t-shirt! What the Hell's going on?!?
All I remember is getting
thrown in a cupboard…that's it! I banged my head while in the cupboard and this
is all a dream and I'm in the hospital wing with a concussion and this is all a
dream! Right!'
He pinched himself on the
forearm roughly.
He was still in the
ballroom.
He pinched himself with more
force.
Nope, nothin' doing.
He punched himself in the
stomach to no avail.
The 'Percy' waiter came over
to him with a look of great anger.
"Look, either you get back
in the kitchen's where you belong or I'll throw you in there!"
Ron was still pinching his
arm, looking puzzled thus he was paying no attention to 'Percy'.
"Right, that's it!" The
waiter grabbed Ron by the shoulders and forced him through the curtain,
straight into a skinny, black-haired, bespectacled boy carrying trays of squid.
"Watch it Percy!" He yelled,
as the trays landed on the floor with a clatter and spilt.
"Sorry Harry, but this
pillock was, well, being a pillock."
"Percy, considering you were
one of the top Hogwarts graduates, your vocabulary is terrible. What's he been
up to?"
"Standing around pinching his
arm…like that!"
Ron was stood there
squeezing the hell out of his hand and looking very bewildered.
"Wake up, damn you!" Ron shouted
angrily at his hand.
"And he knocked into the
Princess earlier, called her some stupid name like Minny or something…"
"Hmm, he probably hit his
head on something, you know what he's like…"
Ron was still completely
oblivious to this conversation and started smacking his face angrily.
"For God's sake, wake up!!!!!!"
he cried.
"Oh God…I think he's
concussed. I'd better put him to bed; Snape'll be pissed off though. He seems to
think his box of Lithium goes up his arse."
"Well, I'd better get back
to work. Take care of this moron for me."
"Yeah, yeah. Oh, Percy?"
"What now?!?"
"You've got squid in your
hair…"
"Oh, thank you, Harry."
"Right, come on Ron, you
great pillock." He said to Ron, who had just begun hitting his head against a
wall.
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