Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Scone (Sorcerer's Stone)
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"Ow!"
"What?"
"You stepped on my foot!"
"Sorry."
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"OW!"
"What now?"
"I walked into a table! Can we please get some light now? I want to see where I'm going."
"Oh, fine. Lumos."
Fred, standing in the middle of the Gryffindor common room in his pajamas, held up his wand. The light revealed George, also in his pajamas, lying on the floor on top of the table he had knocked over. He quickly picked it up and got to his feet.
This time with the light from Fred's wand, they snuck out of the common room and through the halls to the kitchen.
"Great," said Fred, "now we'll just get some food from the house-elves, sneak back into bed, and no one will ever know we left. What do you want to get?"
George thought hard as he looked around the kitchen. "Mmm, scones. They must be for breakfast tomorrow. Let's take a few now. Where are all the house-elves?"
Just then one house-elf walked out from behind a corner. "Are sirs here for scones?" it asked. "Like the other master? Come eat, we made lots!"
The other master? Fred and George peered around the corner. Sure enough, someone else had snuck out for a midnight snack and was sitting at a small table, with a plate of scones and a green mug full of coffee.
"Snape?!"
Professor Snape turned around. He saw the two Weasleys and waved. "Hello! Come to have a few scones? Please sit down, there's plenty for all."
"Are-Aren't you going to give us detention, sir?" George asked tentatively.
"Detention? For sneaking out at night, you mean? Good heavens, no!" Snape told him. "I quite understand how irresistible the sudden craving for a scone can be. After all, I've been coming here for scones every night! These house-elves make excellent scones. Have you tried the strawberry one? Or, my favorite is the pumpkin."
"Um, thanks, but we should really get back to bed. Right George?" Fred said.
"Oh, yeah, we're, you know, really tired. We'll just go now," George agreed. He and Fred ran back to the common room.
"Snape likes scones? And he didn't give us detention?" Fred gasped as he collapsed into a chair.
"That was the scariest part," George said. "I'm not eating another scone for the rest of my life."
Sorcerer's Scone was suggested by both scarletngrayangel and R.J.
nkittyhawk: Spontaneous and sneezes, what a great review. And I don't know who would hire a goldfish any more than you do, but somebody obviously has to or I can't write a story about it! So expect a hired goldfish in an upcoming chapter. PS: Did you notice I've been reviewing your story like you asked me to?
Razanur: Yes, you did review Fellowship of the RingRingRing, but 6 chapters ago so I completely understand if you can't remember it. Thanks for reviewing both!
treefrogie: Um, not sure if I know enough about "beatniks" to do a story. But I'll try sometime. And yes, I'll write Sirius's poem soon.
Zyrorai: Cool, someone agrees with me that it wasn't a weapon. For some reason, when my dad read that story he didn't understand what I was talking about! Of course, he's only read the book once. And you're another LotR fan? Go you!
soccergirl45: No ideas? That's okay. Just shout out whenever you get one. And happy etremely-belated-birthday!
marauder no.5: Okay, okay, I'll be nicer to the rabid weasels. But I haven't been using them lately, so they've been on holiday. Better? And nice work with the thesaurus.
sunkyssed: Well, come up with something! Or re-suggest something and remind me that I'm supposed to be writing it.
