How Do You Get That Lonely
By Amy Riddle-Potter
"Hey!" A voice called to the famous trio, they recognized it instantly as Collin Creevey, a very nosy 3d year boy.
"Er….hey, Collin." Harry answered, knowing it was him that Collin wished to talk about.
"A boy in the common room is selling Futon Fudge!" Collin said. "Me and Dennis are going to go buy some! It looks really good!" Collin answered. It seemed to Harry as if Collin was always speaking in excited sentences. Even if it was as boring as someone selling Futon Fudge, whatever that was.
"Listen, Collin, you shouldn't try to buy any of that stuff…..it's made people wind up in the Hospital Wing, you know."
"Oh, Fred and George aren't selling it. They gave that up, and now someone stole the name, and they made it actually taste good!" Collin answered them, as if this was the biggest news in the world.
"Oh, who's selling it?" Harry asked.
"A new boy, his name is Erick. He's from Ireland!"
"Okay….we gotta go study Transfiguration and Potions." Ron butted in, knowing that this was torture enough to his friend.
"Well, gotta go."
"Yeah."
"See ya!" Collin said, running off to join his brother, Dennis, who was sitting on a ledge on the outside of the castle that Harry made his home in for almost a whole year, every year.