Chapter Five
Blaise Zabini had just escaped from the mass of students collected in front of the Great Hall. The other kids had been standing around desperately trying to figure out what was going on and more and more fights had been breaking out. Students were exploding at an alarming rate.
Blaise managed to squeeze through the masses and into the corridor that lead to the dungeons with only minimal damage. He wiped the smoking remains of an unfortunate Hufflepuff off the side of his face with one hand, while juggling a steaming potato in the other.
Contrary to popular belief some Slytherins actually cared about their friends, and Blaise happened to be one of them. His semi-friend Goyle had run screaming from the Great Hall at the sight of Pansy Parkinson exploding and had not managed to finish off his dinner. Blaise, being the excellent semi-friend that he was, decided that he might as well take his poor pal a potato to tide him over. This had turned out to be one of his not so well thought out plans.
Running down the hallway he quickly tossed the burning potato from one hand to the other, almost yelling, "Hot potato! Hot potato!" Unfortunately for him Professor McGonagall turned the corner just ahead of him and caught him running through the corridor.
"Mr.Zabini! That will be ten points from Slytherin for running in my hallway!" She cried stepping in front of him, causing him to come to a stop rather abruptly. Sadly his sudden stop had caused him to lose control of his potato tossing and this resulted in a very hot potato, landing square on a very startled professor's chest.
"ZABINI! 100 POINTS FROM SLYTHERING FOR BURNING A PROFESSOR WITH YOUR POTAT-" BOOM! If Blaise hadn't already been running down the hallway, juggling his potato again he would have seen Professor McGonagall explode.
A/N: Well we've lost McGonagall.