Finally came the evening of Ginny's "poetry contest". Ginny was of course
hoping for the people to read a poem, but the only ones who actually wrote
something was herself. But Ginny didn't know that yet. She was happy that
so many people came to the contest, which most of them interpreted as being
a simple party. Harry quickly visited Hogsmeade and bought LOTS of alcohol.
Ginny: Hey Harry, thanks for joining the poetry contest! What did you
bring?
Harry: Well, I got three bottles of vodka, 3 bottles of whiskey, LOTS of
beer, and my broomstick.
Ginny: Errrr... but what about the poem? What did you write?
Harry: I wrote a couple of checks to the bar keeper. But not in poetry
format, what am I? An idiot?
Ginny: Ok, you can pass those around now.
Harry passed around everything except vodka, whiskey, and his broomstick.
He decided to save them all to himself and settled in a corner.
Soon everybody else arrived. Ginny tried to get everyone's attention. She
finally decided that it was time to start the poetry contest. No one
noticed.
Hermione: Hummmmmmmmmm, hummmmmmmmm
Draco: Where is the FOOD?! Where is my piano?! Where is....Hermione, what
the hell are you doing?
Harry paused before opening the second bottle of vodka, and said: Hic, I
think she's, hic, meditating, hic.
After watching enough of Hermione's brilliant meditation, Harry whacked her
with the empty vodka bottle. Obviously this made her shut up.
Draco: OH MY POOR HERMIONE! Say something! Say SOMETHING!
Hermione: Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Meanwhile Fred and George's trick was coming to life; Neville began to
think he could flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
hoping for the people to read a poem, but the only ones who actually wrote
something was herself. But Ginny didn't know that yet. She was happy that
so many people came to the contest, which most of them interpreted as being
a simple party. Harry quickly visited Hogsmeade and bought LOTS of alcohol.
Ginny: Hey Harry, thanks for joining the poetry contest! What did you
bring?
Harry: Well, I got three bottles of vodka, 3 bottles of whiskey, LOTS of
beer, and my broomstick.
Ginny: Errrr... but what about the poem? What did you write?
Harry: I wrote a couple of checks to the bar keeper. But not in poetry
format, what am I? An idiot?
Ginny: Ok, you can pass those around now.
Harry passed around everything except vodka, whiskey, and his broomstick.
He decided to save them all to himself and settled in a corner.
Soon everybody else arrived. Ginny tried to get everyone's attention. She
finally decided that it was time to start the poetry contest. No one
noticed.
Hermione: Hummmmmmmmmm, hummmmmmmmm
Draco: Where is the FOOD?! Where is my piano?! Where is....Hermione, what
the hell are you doing?
Harry paused before opening the second bottle of vodka, and said: Hic, I
think she's, hic, meditating, hic.
After watching enough of Hermione's brilliant meditation, Harry whacked her
with the empty vodka bottle. Obviously this made her shut up.
Draco: OH MY POOR HERMIONE! Say something! Say SOMETHING!
Hermione: Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Meanwhile Fred and George's trick was coming to life; Neville began to
think he could flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!