A/N: You know people, reading OotP (and especially the death part) gives a
writer's block. Especially hard it becomes to write with humour. But here's
another chappie.
Disclaimer: I don't complain about school's food but if I owned HP I would convert school's canteen into pizzeria. Since it is still a simple canteen, then I think I don't own anyone from HP universe.
"You look... bald."
"What a perceptivity, Ron," sneered Hermione.
"It's, how to say, a bit unusual," said Sirius walking around his godson and examining his look. "But you look OK. I think we will just have to get used to how you look."
"You look nice," blushed Ginny (again!), "although your skin needs to see a bit of sun. It's very pale."
"Yeah, I think I'll have to lie in sunshine for a couple of days."
"Harry, it's winter. Lying in the sunshine in winter won't help you to get a tan."
"Oh, right, I forgot. This means I'll have to wait for summer," shrugged Harry.
"Your hair will grow back until summer and you won't need that anymore, dummy," Ron said.
"And who says that I won't cut it again and again and again...?"
Sirius looked at Harry with fearful expression.
"You're kidding, right?"
"No, not at all, my dear Padfoot."
"Forgive me, everyone, I think I just crated a monster."
"Hey, you yourself said that I look OK."
"Since when did you start to believe my every word, young man?"
"Since now."
"Why don't I believe you?"
"Who knows... Hey what would you say if I would make a tattoo on the back of my head? It looks very boring now."
Harry was so occupied in examining his head in the pocket-mirror, that he didn't notice how everyone in the room exchanged worried glances.
"Harry, mate, are you sure you feel well?"
"You already asked me this night, Ron, and I said that I do."
"I know. Just thought I should check it once more."
"Yeah, you know, Harry, until now I thought that the tale which said that Voldemort's curse damaged your brain was just, well, a tale. But after this night I might change my mind," Hermione said in concerned voice.
"Relax, guys, and don't pretend you never believed these tales. But if you want so I won't make a tattoo. Let's better get back to the game. So, Ron, truth or dare?"
"Thanks Merlin not Ginny again. Since you are my best friend I think I shall risk. Dare."
"Take your socks out of the room, I beg you."
"What socks?" Ron didn't understand what Harry was talking about.
"Your socks. The blue ones with embroidered teddy-bears. You know the ones that you took off a while ago."
"Oh these socks!" Ron lifted his socks from his shoes.
"Yes, these. Now please could you be such a good boy and do what I told you?"
"Sure, I'll have to anyway because it's a dare. Just could you tell me at first why are my socks," Ron held them in his stretched hand just a meter from Harry's face, "so special that you want me to take them out of the room?"
"And you ask me that?" Harry asked while moving away from the socks. "Maybe you haven't noticed, but these socks have been lying by my side for about half an hour and well even flies started gathering above them."
"What do you want to say with that?"
"You know, bro, sometimes you can be a complete git. Harry wants to say that your socks have a bad smell!"
"Bad smell doesn't reflect the real horror that my poor nose has endured. I should say that word 'stinks' reflects the situation more clearly!"
"Oh come on mate. It can't be that bad," Ron sniffed his socks and frowned. "OK, it's not the best smell in the world but still..."
"Please, Ron, just take them out of here. I need some air around me!"
"Hey, it isn't that bad. And you're the only one who has a problem with that. Why doesn't everyone else complain about the smell if it's so bad?"
"Because we sit farther from your socks than Harry does. And now, when you lifted them I started to feel the smell too. Be a good boy and take them out of here," Sirius laughed.
"Sis, tell something. It can't be that bad" Ron turned his arm with socks towards Ginny.
"Hey, keep it away from me, it really stinks," Ginny backed away while Hermione only laughed from the sight in the room - Ron trying to make Ginny to smell his socks and Ginny moving backwards so that she could spare her nose from such a torture.
"Ron, just give up," Hermione said.
"But..." Ron looked as though trying to think of something to say but failing completely. "You win," and with an offended look ran to the boys' dormitory with socks in his hands followed by laughter. When he came back the laughter hadn't stopped.
"Oh, stop laughing everyone, it's not funny at all."
"Oh it is, you just don't see this situation the way we see it," Harry said. "OK, it's your turn. Choose a person."
"Let me think, who of you should I choose?" Ron surveyed his friends. "Hermione, truth or dare?"
TBC
A/N: Now, everyone, go and click on the review button and write me some nice words, OK?
Disclaimer: I don't complain about school's food but if I owned HP I would convert school's canteen into pizzeria. Since it is still a simple canteen, then I think I don't own anyone from HP universe.
"You look... bald."
"What a perceptivity, Ron," sneered Hermione.
"It's, how to say, a bit unusual," said Sirius walking around his godson and examining his look. "But you look OK. I think we will just have to get used to how you look."
"You look nice," blushed Ginny (again!), "although your skin needs to see a bit of sun. It's very pale."
"Yeah, I think I'll have to lie in sunshine for a couple of days."
"Harry, it's winter. Lying in the sunshine in winter won't help you to get a tan."
"Oh, right, I forgot. This means I'll have to wait for summer," shrugged Harry.
"Your hair will grow back until summer and you won't need that anymore, dummy," Ron said.
"And who says that I won't cut it again and again and again...?"
Sirius looked at Harry with fearful expression.
"You're kidding, right?"
"No, not at all, my dear Padfoot."
"Forgive me, everyone, I think I just crated a monster."
"Hey, you yourself said that I look OK."
"Since when did you start to believe my every word, young man?"
"Since now."
"Why don't I believe you?"
"Who knows... Hey what would you say if I would make a tattoo on the back of my head? It looks very boring now."
Harry was so occupied in examining his head in the pocket-mirror, that he didn't notice how everyone in the room exchanged worried glances.
"Harry, mate, are you sure you feel well?"
"You already asked me this night, Ron, and I said that I do."
"I know. Just thought I should check it once more."
"Yeah, you know, Harry, until now I thought that the tale which said that Voldemort's curse damaged your brain was just, well, a tale. But after this night I might change my mind," Hermione said in concerned voice.
"Relax, guys, and don't pretend you never believed these tales. But if you want so I won't make a tattoo. Let's better get back to the game. So, Ron, truth or dare?"
"Thanks Merlin not Ginny again. Since you are my best friend I think I shall risk. Dare."
"Take your socks out of the room, I beg you."
"What socks?" Ron didn't understand what Harry was talking about.
"Your socks. The blue ones with embroidered teddy-bears. You know the ones that you took off a while ago."
"Oh these socks!" Ron lifted his socks from his shoes.
"Yes, these. Now please could you be such a good boy and do what I told you?"
"Sure, I'll have to anyway because it's a dare. Just could you tell me at first why are my socks," Ron held them in his stretched hand just a meter from Harry's face, "so special that you want me to take them out of the room?"
"And you ask me that?" Harry asked while moving away from the socks. "Maybe you haven't noticed, but these socks have been lying by my side for about half an hour and well even flies started gathering above them."
"What do you want to say with that?"
"You know, bro, sometimes you can be a complete git. Harry wants to say that your socks have a bad smell!"
"Bad smell doesn't reflect the real horror that my poor nose has endured. I should say that word 'stinks' reflects the situation more clearly!"
"Oh come on mate. It can't be that bad," Ron sniffed his socks and frowned. "OK, it's not the best smell in the world but still..."
"Please, Ron, just take them out of here. I need some air around me!"
"Hey, it isn't that bad. And you're the only one who has a problem with that. Why doesn't everyone else complain about the smell if it's so bad?"
"Because we sit farther from your socks than Harry does. And now, when you lifted them I started to feel the smell too. Be a good boy and take them out of here," Sirius laughed.
"Sis, tell something. It can't be that bad" Ron turned his arm with socks towards Ginny.
"Hey, keep it away from me, it really stinks," Ginny backed away while Hermione only laughed from the sight in the room - Ron trying to make Ginny to smell his socks and Ginny moving backwards so that she could spare her nose from such a torture.
"Ron, just give up," Hermione said.
"But..." Ron looked as though trying to think of something to say but failing completely. "You win," and with an offended look ran to the boys' dormitory with socks in his hands followed by laughter. When he came back the laughter hadn't stopped.
"Oh, stop laughing everyone, it's not funny at all."
"Oh it is, you just don't see this situation the way we see it," Harry said. "OK, it's your turn. Choose a person."
"Let me think, who of you should I choose?" Ron surveyed his friends. "Hermione, truth or dare?"
TBC
A/N: Now, everyone, go and click on the review button and write me some nice words, OK?