This fateful day found some students lazing around the common room.
Ginny on one side, getting her lip fixed up by Hermione, Harry on the other, arguing with Ron.
"It wasn't my fault Ron!"
"Yeah sure! Ginny just lovvvveesss biting her own lip off!"
"I didn't bite it off! I just went for… open.."
This, however, sent Ron into a vicious rampage, pulling out his invisible beard, eating the carpet, and in general, foaming at the mouth.
"YOU NO GOOD *&*^&** IM GONNA &&*^$ RIP OUT YOUR ***…"
And then Ron launched himself at Harry, and they both disappeared in a ball of dust, and screams.
"Boys." Sighed Hermione, whom was particularly emotional at the moment.
Yes. It was her time of the month.
It was her annual hair brush.
"CRAP!" screamed Hermione.
"What is it?" Ginny mumbled.
"IT'S THE THING THAT COMES OUT OF YOUR BUTT. BUT THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW, I BROKE A NAIL!"
"Phew." Sighed Ginny.
"And I also changed your lip to the color purple."
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The following paragraph is censored for bad, bad, BADDD language.
"Hey guys," said gred and forge, as they walked into the common room.
"Who's up for a game of truth or dare?"
"Wha?" said Ron, who just appeared out of the dust, with Harry.
"Muggle game. Real fun though, with the occasional casualty.."
"What ever, as long as it passes the time."
Replied a pissed Ginny, who had just been told her purple lip would wear off in 12 hours.
And so, Neville, Parvati, Lavender, Fred George, Hermione, Ron, and finally, Harry, gathered in a circle.
"Right-on! As the starter, I shall start." Proclaimed George. Or Fred. Maybe gred.
And so, the game began.
"Lavender!"
Lavender jumped at being addressed.
"Truth or dare?" Chuckled Gred.
'Err.. Um… d-dare?"
"I DARE YOU TO PROFESS YOUR UNDYING LOVE TO MOANING MURTLE IN PUBLIC IN A CHICKEN SUIT!"
"OMG!' screamed Lavender.
"What is it with this OMG?" mumbled Harry.
To be countined…