The Shortest Short Stories Ever: What Would You Do For A Klondike Bar?
By Spectra16
A/N: I'd like everyone to know that I am in love with Nyghtvision. But that's a given. Also, I would like everyone to know that I do not own this chapter. Sure, I wrote it, but I got the idea from an avatar I found searching photo bucket. And yes, I believe in a thing called love. Guitar solo! (air guitars a little)
I discovered a little indie band called Harry and the Potters. Better late than never, right? Anyways, I'm getting all of the cds. Love 'em.
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Chapter Twenty-seven: What Would Harry Do For A Klondike Bar?
(A/N: Yes, I know I already made a Harry chapter.)
Harry furrowed his eyebrows as he brought this tiny white chalk to the green chalk board. The teachers rarely used these ancient chalk boards, and this time was an exception. Harry wrote his first sentence of two-hundred. Professor Lupin had told him to write it in cursive. Harry's loopy strokes became messy after the twentieth sentence. Harry's hand was starting to cramp up, and his head was getting heavy. The occasional screech of the chalk was not helping in the least. And Lupin seemed to pay no mind to it.
The seventieth sentence. Harry rubbed his eyes with the side of his hand, stilling holding a dwindling piece of chalk between his fingers. Harry wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to stand it.
Seventy one. Harry blanched.
Seventy two. Harry's mind wasn't on writing anymore. He was thinking about exams, and Sirius and Buckbeak. He hoped they were alright, but it was very likely that they could be in danger.
Seventy three. Each loop of the letters filled Harry with annoyance. He wished he hadn't have said those things to Lupin, especially when it was for a Klondike bar.
Almost an hour later, Harry threw the pebble sized chalk away on the ground. Lupin looked up from his book, new scares on his face. He stood up and put his hands on his hips, looking over the board. It was filled with the same repeating sentence, two-hundred times over.
"I will not make jokes about Lupin's 'time of the month'."
Lupin smiled and patted Harry on the back.
"Alright. You may go."