Neville Longbottom

uhhh...well not much to say cause you all know what i do and dont own...my one friend has decied to stop helping me with this so it is now a 50-50 split of how much we own

Neville stared blankly in shock at the shirt that some owl he didnt reconize had brought him.

Stupid Is As Stupid Does

Thats what the red letters on the white shirt read.

"WHAT THE HECK IS THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN?" he finally screamed scaring the owl so badly it fell out the window.


There was the sound of someone running up the stairs and the door burst open. There stood a woman who looked to be in her late sixties. She was wearing what one would assume was suppose to be a nightgown but it looked more like something that would make picasso's stomache turn jsut to give you an idea.

"Neville dear...its two in the morring what on earth are you screaming about?" she asked him.

"This Gran" he said picking the shirt up off the floor and showed it to her explaining what had happened.

"Well then Neville dear...either ignore it or parnk them back" she said like she really didnt care as she walked back off to bed.

Oh Neville would get them back alright...if he knew who sent it. Luckliy he had a veauge idea who would of sent it. It had to be a student...all the teachers liked him except for Snape but this seemed to childish to have been snape. Either way he knew only one person who would sign their name as "Slytherin King"