"Where the flip are you going? Your gonna miss the egg quesydellas in the great hall!" Napoleon yelled.
Harry stood and starred at the bed where Napoleon was sitting. A few seconds of silence was ended when Seamus sat up in bed and threw a shoe at Napoleon's already screwed up face. "Do you ever shut the heck up?" Seamus asked. Napoleon could not answer for just as the shoe hit him, he flailed to the side, glasses askew and hit his head on the bedside table. All Napoleon managed to say was "ughh".
"Hey thanks man, I will see you later," said Harry. The other boys in the room all fell back to sleep, with they all so deserved.
The next day, the trio had charms bright and early with Proffesor Flitwick. Napoleon's face was complete with a large bump on his forehead as well as crooked glasses on his face.
"One of a wizard's most rudimental skill is levitation or the ability to make objects fly. Do you all have your boondoggle keychains? Good. Dont forget our "Swish and Flick". Oh and annunciate! Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go then!" Flitwick told them.
Of course, Hermione was able to levitate her bright pink keychain with ease, where as Napoleon was fascinated by the green and blue colors that made up his keychain. "Gosh, why doesnt that little guy let us make our own keychains, I made some sweet ones in camp a few years ago, yea I won like an ifinity awards"
"We are supposed to be levitating them, not saying how good we are at making them genius!" Hermione told him.
Napoleon tried to make his fly by yelling "Fly" over and over. Professor Flitwick came over to see where all of the yelling was coming from.
"Mr. Dynamite, the charm is Wingardium Leviosa, not FLY!" Flitwick stated. "Now, students, this is the perfect example of a person with very little in their mind, and therefore, they can be put under a wingardium leviosa charm." Flitwick pointed his wand at Napoleon and made him soar to the ceiling.
"What are you doing! Get me down!" Napoleon yelled. The charm was obviously placed on him because not even Flitwick could stand his stupidity in the room and this was a form of G rated torchure as all the children laughed. That evening was rather hard for Napoleon as he spent it in the charms classroom on the ceiling.
"Dang, this is retarded!"