Disclaimer: I donÕt own Hogwarts, or the idea of pizza parties. J. K. Rowling owns Hogwarts, and I donÕt know who owns pizza parties. I also donÕt own any Hogwarts characters I use in here. I just write very odd stories about them while IÕm waiting for the next book.
If Hogwarts had a pizza party:
I feel sure havoc would be the ruler. This story is set in HarryÕs day, although the concept of one involving the Marauders and Lily is also quite inviting; I might come back to that. Anyway, hereÕs my fic about a pizza party at Hogwarts. (It isnÕt really HermioneÕs POV, but itÕs like, the way things happened for her.)
Hermione (or Hermy, if you happened to be Grawp) slid down the chute that was usually the stairs leading to the girlsÕ dormitories. She didnÕt know which boy had tried to get up there, but then again, she didnÕt really care.
(A/N: This is supposed to be set during third year, but I just couldnÕt resist adding that thing about Grawp.)
ÒHermyÓ climbed out through the portrait hole to get some breakfast before Transfiguration. Once in the Great Hall, she found a seat across from a very disturbed Neville (he had just gotten his Howler). She grabbed a piece of toast and began spreading jam on it, listening to Harry and RonÕs conversation next to her. Just as they were getting involved in a mild argument about Mrs. Norris and Filch (ÒHeÕs a SQUIB, Ron, thereÕs just no way he can be mentally connected to a cat!Ó), Dumbledore stood up in the middle of the staff table.
Ron paused with his mouth open; whether to continue the argument or to take another bite of his kippers, no one ever found out. Dumbledore addressed a rather bemused student body. He never gave announcements at breakfast, what was going on? Was he just trying something new, or was it something so urgent it couldnÕt wait, something about Sirius Black? (A/N: WAAAAAAH!) As it happened, it was neither.
ÒIn light of recent eventsÓ --- Dumbledore glanced at the Gryffindor table --- Òthe staff and I have decided to hold a pizza party at Hogwarts.Ó
There was a large amount of muttering at this --- rather a lot of it was probably Muggle-borns and half-bloods explaining what a pizza party was to their pureblood friends --- but when Dumbledore cleared his throat
(A/N: *__* Sorry to interrupt, but I was just struck by an overwhelming urge to say that Dumbledore cleared his stoat, and I knew if I actually put it in, it would be kind of confusing, so...)
it died down immediately. Dumbledore continued, ÒAs this will be an informal occasion, I do not request that the ordinary rules are followed. You will be allowed to sit with friends in other houses, or do anything else that strikes your fancy. I only ask that no pizzas are thrown --- or levitated --- and no curses are inflicted. The pizza party will be on Saturday at noon, in place of lunch.Ó
This time the muttering didnÕt stop.
***
A/N: Yes, I know this doesnÕt even START the real event. You see, I was nearly done when I left to do something else and when I came back everything past the ÔA/NÕ about Sirius was gone! I couldnÕt remember what I had, so [:,-(] thisÕll have to be continued once I get my train of thought back on its tracks. SORRY!!!
If Hogwarts had a pizza party:
I feel sure havoc would be the ruler. This story is set in HarryÕs day, although the concept of one involving the Marauders and Lily is also quite inviting; I might come back to that. Anyway, hereÕs my fic about a pizza party at Hogwarts. (It isnÕt really HermioneÕs POV, but itÕs like, the way things happened for her.)
Hermione (or Hermy, if you happened to be Grawp) slid down the chute that was usually the stairs leading to the girlsÕ dormitories. She didnÕt know which boy had tried to get up there, but then again, she didnÕt really care.
(A/N: This is supposed to be set during third year, but I just couldnÕt resist adding that thing about Grawp.)
ÒHermyÓ climbed out through the portrait hole to get some breakfast before Transfiguration. Once in the Great Hall, she found a seat across from a very disturbed Neville (he had just gotten his Howler). She grabbed a piece of toast and began spreading jam on it, listening to Harry and RonÕs conversation next to her. Just as they were getting involved in a mild argument about Mrs. Norris and Filch (ÒHeÕs a SQUIB, Ron, thereÕs just no way he can be mentally connected to a cat!Ó), Dumbledore stood up in the middle of the staff table.
Ron paused with his mouth open; whether to continue the argument or to take another bite of his kippers, no one ever found out. Dumbledore addressed a rather bemused student body. He never gave announcements at breakfast, what was going on? Was he just trying something new, or was it something so urgent it couldnÕt wait, something about Sirius Black? (A/N: WAAAAAAH!) As it happened, it was neither.
ÒIn light of recent eventsÓ --- Dumbledore glanced at the Gryffindor table --- Òthe staff and I have decided to hold a pizza party at Hogwarts.Ó
There was a large amount of muttering at this --- rather a lot of it was probably Muggle-borns and half-bloods explaining what a pizza party was to their pureblood friends --- but when Dumbledore cleared his throat
(A/N: *__* Sorry to interrupt, but I was just struck by an overwhelming urge to say that Dumbledore cleared his stoat, and I knew if I actually put it in, it would be kind of confusing, so...)
it died down immediately. Dumbledore continued, ÒAs this will be an informal occasion, I do not request that the ordinary rules are followed. You will be allowed to sit with friends in other houses, or do anything else that strikes your fancy. I only ask that no pizzas are thrown --- or levitated --- and no curses are inflicted. The pizza party will be on Saturday at noon, in place of lunch.Ó
This time the muttering didnÕt stop.
***
A/N: Yes, I know this doesnÕt even START the real event. You see, I was nearly done when I left to do something else and when I came back everything past the ÔA/NÕ about Sirius was gone! I couldnÕt remember what I had, so [:,-(] thisÕll have to be continued once I get my train of thought back on its tracks. SORRY!!!