Green Hogwarts, chapter 2
Billie Joe:
The girl smiled at me. She was actually pretty, although not, because I'm 34 and married.
"I'm a huge fan. Green Day. I love the song Basket case. I'm sorry you get panic attacks." She kept smiling at me.
"Uh, yeah...Thanks?" I looked at the food she handed me. It was some sort of toast or something, a glass of orangey liquid, and a muffin the size of my head. I set the tray on a bedside table. "So you really know me?" I asked.
"Of course, you were born February 17th, 1972, married to Adrienne Nesser on July 2, 1994, Have two kids and write most of your band's songs, some in your kids' rooms."
Geez, what a stalker. I wonder if she's a teenie.
Harry Potter:
I stood up and pushed the tray over. I totally didn't trust that geek.
"Harry!" Hermione looked shocked.
"Look, geek!" I said, ignoring Hermione's protests.
"I don't trust you, now beat it. Don't ever show your freaky face in Hogwarts again!" I pulled out my wand and pointed it at him.
"Look, little boy. I don't want to be here just as much as you don't want me to be here. So get that little stick out of my face!" He snarled. I muttered a curse.
"Petrificus Totalus!" BJ fell on the floor, the noise woke Ron up. Actually, he fell out of his bed saying "What's wrong mate?"
"Go back to sleep Ron." I sighed. He was never much help when he just woke up.
"Okay," Ron yawned. Then he fell back asleep, still on the floor.
"Harry, why did you do that?!" Hermione cried. Then she muttered that counter curse. Billie Joe sat up giving me a death glare.
Billie Joe:
Retard, I hope he flunks out of school.
"Thanks. That was uncomfortable. Guess what? The press would surely love to hear about you guys." I wickedly smiled. The girl looked angry.
"Don't! Seriously, we're in deep trouble if you do."
"What's the matter? Afraid area 51 will research you?" I laughed and ran out through the portrait I came in through. I ran until I reached the stairs, that's when I noticed the girl was after me. I looked at the stairs, said sorry to my butt, and slid all the way down the banister, and I kept doing that all the way to the first floor. That sure was fun! I looked up at the girl, and she was panting from running down the stairs. I ran to where I first came in at, still looking at the girl. I bumped into a man with long white hair, a long white beard, and half circle glasses.
"Hello, William Joseph," he said. I looked at him crazily.
"What? My name isn't shortened. I was born with the name Billie Joe." I got angry. Why was he butting into my life?
"Ah, I see. Why are you here?" he asked, looking at me like Dad used to. Geez, I miss him...
Harry Potter:
I cursed. Hermione had run after that idiot BJ. I ran after Hermione. At the bottom of the stairs I saw BJ and Hermione talking to Dumbledore.
"Shoot!" I thought. They must be telling on me for attacking a Muggle! "Why is that Muggle in Hogwarts anyway?" I turned and headed up a different flight of stairs, I didn't want to get in trouble. I kept walking until I reached the Room of Requirement. I asked the room to give me a bedroom so I could hide out overnight. It obliged. I went in. There was a huge bed, a dresser, and even a kitchen! "I may never leave," I muttered to myself. There was also a bookshelf, tons of games, and even little mini classrooms so I could practice any subject. It was SO cool. "Beat that Billie Joe," I muttered, walking over to the DADA classroom.
Billie Joe:
"Professor, this is Billie Joe Armstrong, from a Muggle band-"
"What the hell did you just call me?" The girl who followed me looked at me all scared and stuff.
"Um, Muggle. It means you're not magical."
"Oh, no. You see I am magical. Way magical. You said you're a fan? You should know." I laughed and walked away.
"Mr. Armstrong," the old man called after me. I rolled my eyes.
"Great, old man. Go and remind me of my dad. Nobody calls me Mr. Armstrong." I walked away again, but something pulled me back. The two were holding sticks that pulled me to them. I sighed and gave up. "What now?" I asked them.
"Why are you here?" the old man repeated.
"Because I wanted to smash stuff, so when I found this old, rotten mansion, I started to wreck it. I fell through something, and now I'm here. You happy?" I rolled my eyes again and decided I missed Adrienne. I pulled out my cell phone, but there was no service. I cursed under my breath. "What's wrong with this place? I miss my wife, why can't I call her?"
Harry Potter:
I finished practicing Defense against the Dark Arts and flopped on my bed. I had spent the evening practicing for the exam. "Well won't Hermione just be so proud," I muttered. "Not that she cares anymore. She's in love with Mr. Punk Makeup Green boy."
I don't know how long I had been asleep, but I woke up when I heard a BANG. I looked up. The door was open and light was flooding the room. I saw a shadow at the door. He was advancing toward me. I jumped up and pulled out my wand, ready to fight.
The girl smiled at me. She was actually pretty, although not, because I'm 34 and married.
"I'm a huge fan. Green Day. I love the song Basket case. I'm sorry you get panic attacks." She kept smiling at me.
"Uh, yeah...Thanks?" I looked at the food she handed me. It was some sort of toast or something, a glass of orangey liquid, and a muffin the size of my head. I set the tray on a bedside table. "So you really know me?" I asked.
"Of course, you were born February 17th, 1972, married to Adrienne Nesser on July 2, 1994, Have two kids and write most of your band's songs, some in your kids' rooms."
Geez, what a stalker. I wonder if she's a teenie.
Harry Potter:
I stood up and pushed the tray over. I totally didn't trust that geek.
"Harry!" Hermione looked shocked.
"Look, geek!" I said, ignoring Hermione's protests.
"I don't trust you, now beat it. Don't ever show your freaky face in Hogwarts again!" I pulled out my wand and pointed it at him.
"Look, little boy. I don't want to be here just as much as you don't want me to be here. So get that little stick out of my face!" He snarled. I muttered a curse.
"Petrificus Totalus!" BJ fell on the floor, the noise woke Ron up. Actually, he fell out of his bed saying "What's wrong mate?"
"Go back to sleep Ron." I sighed. He was never much help when he just woke up.
"Okay," Ron yawned. Then he fell back asleep, still on the floor.
"Harry, why did you do that?!" Hermione cried. Then she muttered that counter curse. Billie Joe sat up giving me a death glare.
Billie Joe:
Retard, I hope he flunks out of school.
"Thanks. That was uncomfortable. Guess what? The press would surely love to hear about you guys." I wickedly smiled. The girl looked angry.
"Don't! Seriously, we're in deep trouble if you do."
"What's the matter? Afraid area 51 will research you?" I laughed and ran out through the portrait I came in through. I ran until I reached the stairs, that's when I noticed the girl was after me. I looked at the stairs, said sorry to my butt, and slid all the way down the banister, and I kept doing that all the way to the first floor. That sure was fun! I looked up at the girl, and she was panting from running down the stairs. I ran to where I first came in at, still looking at the girl. I bumped into a man with long white hair, a long white beard, and half circle glasses.
"Hello, William Joseph," he said. I looked at him crazily.
"What? My name isn't shortened. I was born with the name Billie Joe." I got angry. Why was he butting into my life?
"Ah, I see. Why are you here?" he asked, looking at me like Dad used to. Geez, I miss him...
Harry Potter:
I cursed. Hermione had run after that idiot BJ. I ran after Hermione. At the bottom of the stairs I saw BJ and Hermione talking to Dumbledore.
"Shoot!" I thought. They must be telling on me for attacking a Muggle! "Why is that Muggle in Hogwarts anyway?" I turned and headed up a different flight of stairs, I didn't want to get in trouble. I kept walking until I reached the Room of Requirement. I asked the room to give me a bedroom so I could hide out overnight. It obliged. I went in. There was a huge bed, a dresser, and even a kitchen! "I may never leave," I muttered to myself. There was also a bookshelf, tons of games, and even little mini classrooms so I could practice any subject. It was SO cool. "Beat that Billie Joe," I muttered, walking over to the DADA classroom.
Billie Joe:
"Professor, this is Billie Joe Armstrong, from a Muggle band-"
"What the hell did you just call me?" The girl who followed me looked at me all scared and stuff.
"Um, Muggle. It means you're not magical."
"Oh, no. You see I am magical. Way magical. You said you're a fan? You should know." I laughed and walked away.
"Mr. Armstrong," the old man called after me. I rolled my eyes.
"Great, old man. Go and remind me of my dad. Nobody calls me Mr. Armstrong." I walked away again, but something pulled me back. The two were holding sticks that pulled me to them. I sighed and gave up. "What now?" I asked them.
"Why are you here?" the old man repeated.
"Because I wanted to smash stuff, so when I found this old, rotten mansion, I started to wreck it. I fell through something, and now I'm here. You happy?" I rolled my eyes again and decided I missed Adrienne. I pulled out my cell phone, but there was no service. I cursed under my breath. "What's wrong with this place? I miss my wife, why can't I call her?"
Harry Potter:
I finished practicing Defense against the Dark Arts and flopped on my bed. I had spent the evening practicing for the exam. "Well won't Hermione just be so proud," I muttered. "Not that she cares anymore. She's in love with Mr. Punk Makeup Green boy."
I don't know how long I had been asleep, but I woke up when I heard a BANG. I looked up. The door was open and light was flooding the room. I saw a shadow at the door. He was advancing toward me. I jumped up and pulled out my wand, ready to fight.
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