The Shortest Short Stories Ever: What Would You Do For A Klondike Bar?
By Spectra16
A/N: Yes, I admit. These are quite strange. And only going to get stranger. I've put myself under some requirements. These stories can be no longer than one standard Microsoft Works page. And they must be totally weird and action packed. Sorta. This one is OOBER short. Because there's not much to say about it.
Disclaimer: Dunt own Potter and Pals. And Potter Puppet Pals.
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Chapter Two: What Would Professor Quirrel Do For A Klondike Bar?
"I'D SELL MY SOUL TO VOLDERMORT FOR A KLONDIKE BAR!" Quirrel yelled and stood up on a table. The teachers of Hogwarts eyed him, wondering what had possibly possessed him to say a thing like that.
After a few moments of awkward silence, Dumbledore laughed.
"My, what an interesting sense of humor you have!" Dumbledore chuckled. Professor Quirrel took a bow, and returned to his seat.
Snape visibly threatened Quirrel about wanting his job and his life. The teachers ignored it.
Thunder rolled in the sky, and Trelawney stood up and waved her hands around.
"I sense a change in the weather!" She started making "ooooo" sounds, as if trying to frighten the other teachers.
Professor Flitwick held a potted plant (very normal) close to his chest and shifted his eyes at everyone in the room.
Professor McGonagall steepled her fingers, pondering the horrible fate of anyone who dared to defy her.
Filch was in the corner of the room, picking dirt out of his toes.
Professor Dumbledore looked around at the collection of highly estranged teachers and shrugged.
"Naked time!"