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Title: Herbology Laced With Randomness
Characters: Various. Mainly Hufflepuff's
Summary: Herbology Class is just laced with randomness. Yet the Hufflepuff's are always unfortunate to see the weirdest of situations.
Word Count: 618
Rating: Any age
Pairing: None
The Hufflepuff's were the victims, over a period of six years they had watched various weird and just plainly disturbing displays being shown at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They were currently seated in the corner of their Herbology class, they had all choosen this subject to do this year.
Susan Bones impatiently tapped her fingernails against the wooden table which held a number of different pots and plants awaiting the arrival of the kindly Professor Sprout. Zacharias Smith was in a lively conversation with Justin Finch-Fletchley about Quidditch. And Hannah Abbott was teaching Ernie Macmillan how to make daisy chains, while humming a song happily.
"Hermione?" came Ronald Weasley's awed voice, "Are those...boobs?!"
Hannah's eyebrows raised immediently as she turned away from her current activities to watch the display at hand, she was joined in viewing with her fellow Hufflepuff's.
"I could have lived my whole life without that image in my head," groaned Zacharias.
"Who says you had to visualise it?"
"We're not all poofs like you, Macmillan." Ernie glared at Zacharias, he was always taking the mickey out of him because of his sexual orientation.
Suddenly, Luna Lovegood and Draco Malfoy came flying into the classroom.
"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" asked Ronald Weasley.
"My nargle senses are tingling," said Luna absent-mindedly, doing a dreamy impersonation of a familiar superhero.
"Pull yourself together man!" responded Draco, glaring at the Golden Trio. "After all, the british are coming! The british are coming!"
"Er...we are the british," replied Justin, highly alarmed.
"Your smart. Can I keep you?" asked Luna.
"Well, you're no contortionist, but..."
"He's gone insane! Oh sweet niblets!" yelled Ronald Weasley.
Harry Potter let out a scream as he fell off of his chair. "Help?" he asked meekly.
Seamus Finnigan ran towards Luna and Draco screaming, "Stand back! I know Ninjitsu!"
"Stop!" shrieked Lavender Brown.
Seamus turned to face her. "Why?"
"You'll harm the pretty face off my future husband," she answered calmly.
"WHAT?" screeched Parvati Patil, "YOU SLAG! YOU SAID YOU DIDN'T LIKE HIM!"
"Well, I lied. And, I'm not a slag, you are," shrugged Lavender, poking her in the shoulder.
"Oh no she didn't!" exclaimed Zacharias, watching the girls fight almost as though it was an extremely interesting match of Quidditch. The fellow Hufflepuff's sent him confused looks. Zacharias shrugged.
"Help? I can't get up," said Harry desperately.
"Okay! Fine! FRIENSHIP EQUALS OVER!" screamed Parvati.
Lavender sauntered over flirtatiosly towards Terry Boot. The distantly heard him mutter, "Oh God. But I only have two Knuts left."
Hermione went over to comfort Parvati. "Are you okay?" she asked, patting the Indian girl on the shoulder.
"Help! For the millionth time! I can't get up!" screamed Harry. They continued to ignore him.
"Oh my God! You forgot your bun in the oven!" Draco screeched at Luna. They raced out of the room.
"Eh. Tomayto. Tomahto," commented Dean Thomas. They all shot him questioning looks.
"Duck. Duck. Duck. Goose!" Hannah started to skip around the classroom joyously patting each student on the head, until she screamed GOOSE at Theodore Nott. He sneered at her.
Ten minutes later, Hannah had gotten everyone involved in the game, except Harry, who still lay on the floor.
It was currently Lavender Brown's turn, she started giggling. Soon, all of the students were collapsed in giggles.
"What's all this tomfoolery?" asked a cold voice at the doorway. It was Snape.
So, all was well. Life was smooth as butter.
xxx
A/N: Yes, this was very strange to me as well. It was written for a challenge.
Characters: Various. Mainly Hufflepuff's
Summary: Herbology Class is just laced with randomness. Yet the Hufflepuff's are always unfortunate to see the weirdest of situations.
Word Count: 618
Rating: Any age
Pairing: None
The Hufflepuff's were the victims, over a period of six years they had watched various weird and just plainly disturbing displays being shown at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They were currently seated in the corner of their Herbology class, they had all choosen this subject to do this year.
Susan Bones impatiently tapped her fingernails against the wooden table which held a number of different pots and plants awaiting the arrival of the kindly Professor Sprout. Zacharias Smith was in a lively conversation with Justin Finch-Fletchley about Quidditch. And Hannah Abbott was teaching Ernie Macmillan how to make daisy chains, while humming a song happily.
"Hermione?" came Ronald Weasley's awed voice, "Are those...boobs?!"
Hannah's eyebrows raised immediently as she turned away from her current activities to watch the display at hand, she was joined in viewing with her fellow Hufflepuff's.
"I could have lived my whole life without that image in my head," groaned Zacharias.
"Who says you had to visualise it?"
"We're not all poofs like you, Macmillan." Ernie glared at Zacharias, he was always taking the mickey out of him because of his sexual orientation.
Suddenly, Luna Lovegood and Draco Malfoy came flying into the classroom.
"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" asked Ronald Weasley.
"My nargle senses are tingling," said Luna absent-mindedly, doing a dreamy impersonation of a familiar superhero.
"Pull yourself together man!" responded Draco, glaring at the Golden Trio. "After all, the british are coming! The british are coming!"
"Er...we are the british," replied Justin, highly alarmed.
"Your smart. Can I keep you?" asked Luna.
"Well, you're no contortionist, but..."
"He's gone insane! Oh sweet niblets!" yelled Ronald Weasley.
Harry Potter let out a scream as he fell off of his chair. "Help?" he asked meekly.
Seamus Finnigan ran towards Luna and Draco screaming, "Stand back! I know Ninjitsu!"
"Stop!" shrieked Lavender Brown.
Seamus turned to face her. "Why?"
"You'll harm the pretty face off my future husband," she answered calmly.
"WHAT?" screeched Parvati Patil, "YOU SLAG! YOU SAID YOU DIDN'T LIKE HIM!"
"Well, I lied. And, I'm not a slag, you are," shrugged Lavender, poking her in the shoulder.
"Oh no she didn't!" exclaimed Zacharias, watching the girls fight almost as though it was an extremely interesting match of Quidditch. The fellow Hufflepuff's sent him confused looks. Zacharias shrugged.
"Help? I can't get up," said Harry desperately.
"Okay! Fine! FRIENSHIP EQUALS OVER!" screamed Parvati.
Lavender sauntered over flirtatiosly towards Terry Boot. The distantly heard him mutter, "Oh God. But I only have two Knuts left."
Hermione went over to comfort Parvati. "Are you okay?" she asked, patting the Indian girl on the shoulder.
"Help! For the millionth time! I can't get up!" screamed Harry. They continued to ignore him.
"Oh my God! You forgot your bun in the oven!" Draco screeched at Luna. They raced out of the room.
"Eh. Tomayto. Tomahto," commented Dean Thomas. They all shot him questioning looks.
"Duck. Duck. Duck. Goose!" Hannah started to skip around the classroom joyously patting each student on the head, until she screamed GOOSE at Theodore Nott. He sneered at her.
Ten minutes later, Hannah had gotten everyone involved in the game, except Harry, who still lay on the floor.
It was currently Lavender Brown's turn, she started giggling. Soon, all of the students were collapsed in giggles.
"What's all this tomfoolery?" asked a cold voice at the doorway. It was Snape.
So, all was well. Life was smooth as butter.
xxx
A/N: Yes, this was very strange to me as well. It was written for a challenge.