The Shortest Short Stories Ever: What Would You Do For A Klondike Bar?
By Spectra16
A/N: Aw! Someone hated my Harry chapter! Oh well.
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Chapter Twenty-three: What Would Lee Jordan Do For A Klondike Bar?
"Beautiful day for Quidditch, eh? The kind of weather I'd like to go skinny dipping in!" Lee sounded rather professional today. McGonagall took a few moments to process what Lee had just said.
"Skinny dipping? Honestly, Lee!" She hissed.
"Sorry, Professor. Oh! That looked like a hard hit, taken by Goyle. Here comes the bludger Fred! Oh, that was close! Oh here it comes . . . . YEAH! Score for Gryffindor! SLYTHERIN SUCKS MONKEY BALLS!" Lee Jordan screamed and stood up to swing his hips. McGonagall's eyes bugged out of her skull.
"LEE JORDAN! Ten points from Gryffindor! What are you thinking?" She screeched.
"Sorry Professor-oh! Nice save Ronald Weasley! Took one for the team, he did! Oh! Malfoy, the brattiest bitch in the school just spotted the Snitch! I heard he had sex with Tyson just last night-" Lee was then carried away by McGonagall to be put through the detention of his life. He somehow, escaped her grip and ran back to his loud speaker.
"REMEMBER ME! I did this for a Klondike bar! Everyone should know it!" Lee seemed to be having the time of his life. Most of the people in the stands heard him and laughed. They then heard a loud snap of a slap, and silence for the rest of the game, until someone broke into the box and started commentating, now that McGonagall was busy with Lee in the school.
"Hello? Is this thing on? I'm Snape, the Potions Master. I like unicorns and kissing a picture of Sarah Michelle Gellar," The voice said. McGonagall hastily apparated back to the box, and found Dumbledore under the desk with the loud speaker in hand.