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Updates: The story will now be updated every weekend. If it is not up by Monday, feel free to yell at me. I'll need it. XD
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Disclaimer: Characters may be pretty OOC here, I apologize for that. It's the fault of the Collective Abigail, I'm afraid. XD Also, I dinnae own anything except Bartholemew and TCA.
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...Biscuits
"You should have seen him, he was practically bawling his eyes out," Harry chortled in the common room to Bartholemew. Ron sat sulkily on the other side of the sofa, pointedly looking the other direction. The sixth year had been interested in hearing how they'd managed to escape "Minnie" with only two detentions and ten points. Harry had told him, without mentioning how scared he himself had been, of course. When he told the redhead how the Abigails had gotten them out of it, a rare mischievous grin spread across the sixth-year's tired face.
"That's brilliant," he snickered, glancing over at where the three girls sat, playing assorted muggle card games. Tiny Abigail looked up, sensing his gaze, and smiled innocently. He waved over at the three of them before turning back to Harry.
"And now Malfoy has to do detention also," Harry said, unable to keep a slightly smug tone from his voice.
"Hm, I know the kid. At those stuffy family functions, he'd always sit and sneer with his father at those of us with close family who'd married muggles. It was a little ridiculous, since we're all pretty much in the same family," Bartholemew yawned. Ron peered over.
"You're a pureblood?" he asked. Bartholemew shrugged, turning the motion into a stretch.
"'Bout as much as you are, kid." With that, he yawned, curled up on the couch, and fell asleep. Harry blinked.
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He and Ron served their detentions with Malfoy and the Abigails, cleaning trophies. Malfoy usually went off to the other side of the room on his own, huffing something about the air being tainted with Gryffindor stench. This served the five well, and they cleaned mostly without incident. The second time, Bartholemew snuck them up some sandwiches, since they'd missed dinner due to homework and then the detention. They munched on them happily, Burly Abigail melodramatically moaning that she had been famished before digging into hers. They were all five working on shining up a giant shield-thing when they found it out.
The five Gryffindors were playing a game, slightly like the muggle game of Taboo. One person would think of a word, and try to get the others to guess what it was with clues. Currently it was Brunette Abigail's word. She bit her lip, shining a scuffed spot that looked like a footprint.
"They're sort of like cookies," she said finally.
"Cakes?" Harry offered. She shook her head. "Pastries?" She shook her head again. Suddenly, he grinned. "Biscuits!" he shouted happily.
"Splurk." Everyone stared at Ron, who had twitched in his cleaning, but continued on. He stopped to look at the others. "What?" he asked, slightly annoyed. Tiny Abigail grinned.
"Biscuits."
"Splurk." The four others looked at each other, quadruplet grins spreading across their young faces. Ron glared at them. "Let's just keep cleaning," he said, turning back to the trophy. He began shining at the footprint. Brunette Abigail pouted at him.
"That was my spot."
"Not anymore."
"... Biscuits."
"Splurk."
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The morning after Halloween, Harry, Ron, and Hermione went down to breakfast together. By unspoken agreement, they sat near each other, close to the end of the table. Harry and Ron sat on one end, and Hermione sat across from them. They ate their breakfast mostly quietly, apart from a bit of small talk and griping about classes. They almost didn't notice when three figures crept up, until they pounced.
"Hello, Collective Abigail," Hermione said calmly, munching on toast. Ron blinked as Tiny Abigail sat next to him, while Burly Abigail and Brunette Abigail sat on either side of Hermione. Harry stared at them over his breakfast as Brunette Abigail serenely spread marmalade on her own slice of toast.
"Harry's not signing autographs, so you lot can clear out," Ron grumbled, still sore about the occurrences in the trophy room. All three Abigails blinked, their identical pieces of toast halfway to their mouths.
"Why would Harry be signing autographs? Is he famous or something?" they chorused, staring at Ron. His eyes widened.
"Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world?" The Collective Abigail glanced at each other, and shook their heads.
"Doesn't ring a bell," they said, continuing eating their toast. Ron gaped at them for a moment, before shrugging and going back to his feast.
"Besides," Tiny Abigail continued casually, "we actually didn't come for you. We came to check up on Bartholemew." Harry did a double take. Sitting right next to him, eating an oversized doughnut and reading The Quibbler, was the auburn-haired sixth year himself. He rounded on Ron and Hermione.
"How did we not notice he was right here?" he asked. The two shrugged. Bartholemew looked over the top of the magazine at the six.
"Oh, hi," he said, taking a bit of his doughnut, "you ready for your first Quidditch game, Harry?"
Harry gulped, and Ron slapped him on the back.
"Of course he is! He's been training for weeks. It's not like Gryffindor will be disadvantaged because he's so young and everyone on the Slytherin team is bloody huge—"
"Ron." Harry glared at the redhead, ignoring the fact that his face had turned a rather delicate mix of green and pink. His friend grinned at him, and the messy haired boy turned back to his breakfast.
"Shut up before I stuff your face with biscuits."
"Splurk—DAMMIT, HARRY!"
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That's it~! I'm sorry again that it's so short! "orz Please, please review! Oversized doughnuts/biscuits for reviewers! ^_^ Next chapter will be up next weekend at the latest.