After the feast, they were lead by the house prefects to the Gryffindor common room. On the way, they passed numerous suit of armor in the hallway. After passing a few, Napoleon just stopped and starred at the one armor suit.
"Gosh, Harry, check out that sweet medevial warrior armor suit, it even has a warrior sword! I had about a finity of them before my brother Rico sold them to some ugly goblin or something, I flippin HATE HIM!" Napoleon said. Harry just stood there and looked at Napleon with awe.
"Yea sure. Hey, were you dropped on your head as a baby or something?" Harry asked.
"What?? I don't think so," Napoleon said. "Lets go, I am really depressed just looking at the armor." Hermione ran into to them in the common room when they arrived.
"Hello again, did you enjoy supper, this place is amazing, I read all about it in Hogwarts, A History," Hermione told them. Napoleon said nothing, he just stood there with the dumbest look on his face. His mouth was slightly open as he gazed for several moments before he finally spoke.
"I like your hair, it's real big" he said to Hermione.
"Excuse him Hermione, he is really messed up in the head." Harry told her while Napoleon just continued staring at Hermione aimlessly.
"Yea, well, thanks Napoleon for the compliment, I guess. I got to go to bed now, good evening to you both." Hermione said to them.
"k, bye" Napoleon said. Harry and Napoleon continued up to their dorm room to not only prepare for the next day, but all of the boys were also anxious to decorate their bed area. After meeting their other dormmates, Dean, Neville, and Seamus, Napoleon got out his posters he wanted to hang up by his bed. While the other boys hung up posters of their favorite Quidditch teams and magical family moving images, Napoleon hung up his random Warrior poster on the left of his bed and his amazing Jem poster on the other side.
"What is that random girl with the freaky pink hair and crazy make-up doing above your bed?" Dean asked. The other boys were wondering the same thing, but did not want to mess with Napoleon's stupid remarks.
"What? This is flippin the hottest babe ever, Jem!! She has a rockin band, Jem and the Holograms, but the Misfits are bad, oh I flippin hate Pizzaz almost as much as Rico. Come on, you never heard of Jem, she is so friggin hooooottttttt!" Napoleon said, almost amazed at the fact that they had no idea who Jem was, who his idol, his dream, his big haired TV-dream girlfriend was. "This is my Jem doll, I talk to her when I am really lonely or whenever I get back from warrrior training, thats when I feel totally manely. Here see her gloryness for yourself." He pulled out the doll.
"Yea, I guess she is ok, can I touch the doll's hair? It is so pink!" Neville asked.
"No one touches Jem, you might get her dirty, gosh, she is for my hand only, she told me only I could touch her." Napoleon said.
"Wow, I can't take this," Harry said. "I am going to bed." The other boys were scared too so they quickly followed, even Neville, although he did like the pink haired dollie.
"k, bye" Napoleon said and gently stroked Jem's hair as he slowly drifted to sleep and to manhood.