A/N: REVIEW! I've got a few more to post tonight.
#15: I will not kiss Trevor.
-PJatOgirl
I snickered quietly as shouts of "Trevor!", "TREVOR!", "Trevor, where have you got to now?", and "WHERE IS THAT DAMN TOAD?" echoed through the halls. It was one of the usual Trevor-hunts, marshalled and carried out by Neville Longbottom and whoever was bored enough to run through the school searching for the elusive amphibian. It was entertaining to see who would find Trevor and where he'd turn up. Sometimes I joined in, but usually when I stumbled upon the little thing and decided to hide him to prolong Neville's hilarious agony.
Today was different.
Today, I decided it would be amusing to actually join in the screaming and searching.
So after a few first years went charging past me yelling "Trevor", I started hysterically yelling, "I SHALL SAVE YOU, MY LOVE!" and running around looking for that damned scape-toad. The first years turned around in a mixture of disgust and worry and curiousity and shock to look at me. Then they slowly followed me down the corridor.
I went along screaming "TREVOR, MY DEAR, I'M COMING FOR YOU!" and things, and as I ran, the other searchers followed me. I felt rather like the Pied Piper. It was quite humorous.
The other shouts died down. I still hadn't found the toad. I slid to a stop as I ran into the Great Hall. McGonagall and a few other teachers were standing, furious, in my path.
"Jones."
"Professors."
"Shut the hell up, Jones."
"But, Professor-"
"I don't want to hear it, Jones! Go back to your dormitory. Now."
Suddenly, I got immensly lucky. Neville Longbottom walked in, holding his precious toad tight. Without stopping to think, I darted around the professors and grabbed the ugly little thing. I'm not talking about Neville. I didn't give myself a chance to consider what I was about to do and I planted my lips on the top of that disgusting toad's head. "Oh, Trevor, my love, come back!" I cried as I pulled back. His skin was cold and wet and I'd regret the kiss if it wasn't so damn funny.
The professors had been watching the whole display, along with the students who had followed me. The students burst into laughter, gasping for breath and holding each other for support. The professors weren't as amused.
"EMMA JONES! GIVE NEVILLE HIS TOAD AND GO TO YOUR DORMITORY NOW!" McGonagall shouted.
Smirking, I handed Neville his pet and slowly walked past my fuming professor. As I walked through the still-laughing crowd of students, lots patted my back and tried to compliment me, but could barely get out a syllable through their laughs. This battle must be considered won.