HARRY POTTER AND THE SEXY LLAMA

Chapter 16

The week after the Biggi incident, Harry announced to his friends that Eric the Llama was ready for show. He had been working with him without the watch of anyone but Hagrid for around 3 weeks. So the teenagers gathered around Hagrid's pumpkin patch (where there were currently no pumpkins because it was December) No one could believe that it was still December. But it was and not cold at all. So they gathered around, sitting on bales of hay, and waited for Harry to come out with Eric the Llama. After 5 minutes of waiting, Harry finally came in, leading Eric the Llama on a thick green rope.

"Ok," Harry said. "First," He held up his hand with one finger sticking up in Eric the Llama's face.

"Shut up!" Eric the Llama said. Harry held up his second finger with the first.

"Get off my grill!" Eric the Llama squawked. Harry put up his third.

"Lesser of two evils," Fourth.

"Paige-son. Ron-son. Leila-son. Morgan-son." (He had also taught Eric the Llama all of the names of his friends… and enemies. He trained him with pictures)

Fifth. "AAAH," Eric the Llama screamed. Erica giggled.

"Finally," Harry said, putting up his sixth finger (on his other hand, duh).

"Hey sexy, wanna go out some time?" Eric the Llama said. Everyone burst out laughing and Eric the Llama screamed "AAAH" again.

"He's great!" Ron exclaimed.

"No shit Sherlock," Paige said. Erica giggled again. Everyone turned to her.

"Why do you keep giggling?"

"It's just…" She giggled again. "Friends don't let friends date BIGGI!" Paige and her burst into laughter… again, but it didn't last like the other one. After cracking up for a minute, they calmed down again.

"Mental," Ron said.

"I heard that, Ron," Paige said. "And I think you're just weird," Ron sniffed. He had always known it, but no one had ever straight out said it.

"Really?" he said, his voice high.

Paige nodded, her eyebrows up. Ron scampered up the hill and landed himself in the girls' bathroom; right next to Moaning Myrtle.

"What happened?" she asked him, giggling.

"My friend just called me weird," Ron said, his head over the toilet. He knew he wouldn't throw up but it made him feel more comfortable.

"He he," Moaning Myrtle said. "That's something that no one has ever called me. Cry baby's the one I get the most. Is that what people call you?"

"NO!" Ron screamed at her. "Just leave me alone! You're not helping!" Moaning Myrtle slipped into a toilet where Filch saw her playing Solitaire for a week straight.