The Shortest Short Stories Ever: What Would You Do For A Klondike Bar?

By Spectra16 (Kills Nazis. . . Dead.)

A/N: Hello all! Hope ya'll like Robbie Williams! Anyways, I found out today there's a mention of the Lovegood family in book 4! Weird. Wait, have I done a Luna chapter? I don't think so. I should. Meh. Anyways, I NEED inspiration for Dumbledore! Someone needs to help me! I want it to have something to do with lemony drops and socks, but I don't know! AAAH!

Disclaimer: I dunt own Potter. I got the idea for this chapter from an old friend I had that had a fake eye. Dress accordingly.

Warning: This is one of my best chapters.

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Chapter Thirty-two: What Would Mad Eye Moody Do For A Klondike Bar?

The Great Hall was a fantastic place to be during a Christmas feast. Everyone, except maybe Snape, was in good spirits and famished from a day's festivities. The most jolly at this time of year was Dumbledore. This was the time of year that brought out his rosie cheeks and his smile. McGonagall was usually less crabby at this time, Snape was sour as usual, and now, the new DADA teacher, Alastor Moody was finally getting a taste of Hogwarts. Although deep down inside, he was just as excited as the first years, he dared not show it. He wore a frown, shifty eyes, and he was intent on shaking Snape off as soon as possible.

All year, Snape had been coming to him constantly for DADA books and information about being "the greatest auror" of all time. Moody was tired of Snape's antics, and this would be his breaking point, on this very night.

Of course, other than the motive of getting Snape off of his back, he was promised a Klondike bar by a dark figure in the corner of Hog's Head. (Which, by the by, is not the smartest idea, trust me. The last time I decided to visit people in dark corners at Hog's Head, I woke up in an alley with a hangover, and empty cattle of Tequila, and a paper doll in my possession.) Finally, Moody was avenge himself.

Everyone was served a turtle soup and spoon. Alastor looked into it deeply. Snape sat beside him, already picking up the spoon daintily and blowing on the hot contents. Moody smirked and popped his magical eye out, putting it in the soup. He shut his eye and pushed the bowl over to Snape.

Work out your own conclusions.