Disclaimer: Clearly, I still do not own Harry Potter.
Tricky"I've read about those!" gasped Hermione in astonishment.
"How did I know that you were going to say that?"
"Shush—they're supposed to be really lucky, aren't they?"
Ginny snorted. "What have you been reading about them? Leprechauns are a pain in the a—" Hermione made a warning noise and looked significantly at Sylvester.
"Neck," Ginny finished, grinning slightly.
"But they're…"
"But nothing. They go about throwing gold coins at you—which vanish in a matter of hours, so it's more or less useless. They chatter nonstop. The have unlimited energy. And—last but not least…"
"What?"
"They're notorious for getting drunk on Firewhiskey."
"Ah."
"Don't happen to have a pint on you, do you fair maid?" the leprechaun asked Hermione.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "No she doesn't. And who are you?"
"I'm Tricky."
"That's fabulous, but your name?"
"Tricky."
Sylvester broke in. "He really is called that, Ginny." He whispered dramatically to her, "He keeps following me around. And he smells funny."
Ginny scowled at the little bearded man. Hermione smiled. "Aw, he's adorable."
"You'd think so, fair maid. Come on, we've still got to get out of here."
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As they slipped down a slimy path, Tricky chattered incessantly. Even Hermione was becoming irritated. Ginny was right.
Each had different thoughts running through their minds as they walked on silently—save Tricky.
When will that ridiculous midget shut up?
Why didn't I find out more about the Chamber of Secrets? Oh right—I was Petrified. That could explain a lot.
I'm hungry. And I didn't like Skippy the gnome. He was rude. And he had a stupid smile.
Shut UP!
Tricky started to sing. "Oh a fine pint of beer wouldn't do us any harm, and a fine pint of beer…"
Hermione had had enough. She pointed her wand at the leprechaun. "Silencio!"
Tricky shut up.
Ginny suddenly exclaimed, "I see a light!"
"What?"
"Look! There!"
And it was true. There was a light. And a staircase. And it was leading out of the Chamber.
