A/N: Hey guys it's me again! Sorry for the delays with the ficlets...lack of inspiration, school, college research, and all other kinds of stress have been distracting me. But I have finally thought of a few semi-funny ficlets for you all to read and review on. And a special note to a reviewer known as HeyLookItsATaxi: YOU RECOGNIZED SNL: BEST OF MIKE MYERS THEREFORE YOU ARE FRIGGIN SWEET! AND YOU GET A CYBER HUG! ::HUG:: ::loves mike myers:: .....Now on to the ficlets!

Ficlet Eighty Five: Extreme?

Harry whipped out his wand and changed a rock into some doritos.

"DUDE!" Ron shouted. "That was so extreme!" He picked up the bag of chips. "Looooook!! Extreme cheese!! Yeeesss!!" He crammed the chips in his mouth.

"On a scale of one to ten with one being not extreme and ten being extremely extreme I would give that a 9.5!!!" Harry and Ron high fived.

Hermione walked over and took Ron's chips. "Bitch! What did I tell you about junk food?! You're gonna weigh like 800 pounds one day!" She stormed off up the dorm stairs.

"Dude," Harry said, "that was so not extreme..."

Ron cried.

(A/N: Makes no sense does it? Puahaha Yay for Harold and Kumar go to White Castle!)

Ficlet Eighty Six: Pimpin?

Fred and George were sitting on the common room couch pimped out with all sorts of bling. Fred turned to look at his brother.

"Hey George....what that you be eatin?"

"It's a banana fool!" George replied with his fresh pimp self.

"Hmmm....gimme some." Fred tried to take George's banana.

George slapped Fred. "What you thinkin, hood rat?! No!"

And George continued smackin up bitches while pimp fresh superfly Fred spent the rest of his days sucking sand out of socks.

(A/N: I don't even know what that last line means...if you know...tell me in your review...I heard it somewhere....sucking sand out of socks ::ponders::)

Ficlet Eighty Seven: College?

"So Ron," Hermione asked sitting beside him on the couch. "Have you put any more thought into which college you'd like to go to after Hogwarts?"

"No...I can't afford it so why even think about college?" Ron replied.

"Your mom goes to college," Harry said without looking up from his book. Hermione's lip quivered and she ran off crying leaving Ron very confused. Ron ate a parfait.

A/N: You've seen a ship with black sails, that's crewed by the damned, and captained by a man so evil that hell itself...spat him back out?