Green Hogwarts, chapter 3
Billie Joe:
I thought I was going to a bathroom. But no. It was a big fat bedroom, with the retard in it. He pointed his stick thing at me again. I put up my hands, like you would to say, 'Don't shoot!' He lowered it.
"What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing, having a bedroom in my bathroom?" I shot back. He looked at me weirdly.
"Whatever, I thought you'd probably be making out with Hermione or some one by now."
"What? I'm married. Why would I do that?" I rolled my eyes for the billionth time.
"What are you doing here, though? How old are you?"
"Fifteen."
"When I was fifteen, I was already thinking of dropping out of school for the band. Shouldn't you be, too? All I hear out in the halls are Harry, Harry, Harry. That's your name right?"
"So?"
"Whatever. Hey, by any chance, is there a bathroom in here?"
"Yes, but I'm not letting you use it." What a brat.
"So you're going to let me wet my pants, is that it?"
"Yes. That would be funny."
Harry Potter:
I pointed my wand at the door and it slammed shut in his face.
"He thinks he can buddy up with me, or compliment me and he can use my bathroom, forget it. But I do want to know how he got in!" I opened the door to ask him.
"How did you get in here anyway?" I said angrily. He grinned evilly.
"I'll only tell you if you let me use the bathroom." I thought about it.
"Fine," I said finally, my curiosity stronger then my defiance. I stood aside and let him in.
Billie Joe:
Finally the freak let me in! Well, after I was done, the kid stared at me, expecting an answer. I chose not to be an idiot, because he'd probably turn me inside out.
"Okay, I got in here because I was in the hall, looking for a bathroom. I saw a door that said bathroom on the door, so I came in. That's when I found YOU laying on a BED in my BATHROOM." 'You're weird,' I added in my head.
"Whatever. Get out." The kid shoved me to the door and slammed it in my face. I sighed and shoved my hands into my black jeans. I slowly moved down the hall, and a bunch of girls walked by, looking at me and whispering about my appearance.
"Shut it, you'll never get me," I told them, laughing. I slid down the banisters again, because heck, I wasted my childhood, so I should live life to the fullest.
Harry Potter:
Gosh that dude was weird. I opened the door a crack and watched him slide down a banister. There was a group of girls laughing at him. I wished I could laugh too, but I didn't want to call attention to myself. I shut the door and went to practice for my exams again. Goodness knows I wasn't going to fall asleep.
The next morning after getting ready for lessons, I walked down to breakfast. I saw Hermione and Billie Joe sitting next to each other. I grabbed a piece of toast and left.
"Wait up!" I heard Billie Joe call. I just sped up.
Billie Joe:
What's his problem? The kid sped up, pretty much running down the 'corridor' or whatever, but I knew that I was faster. I ran to catch up, but he ran faster. So there we were, running side by side, as if in a tied race, when suddenly I tripped. I fell straight on the ground, but the demented one kept running. I heard the same girls from upstairs laughing as they saw me, but one screamed as I lifted my head and my chin was bleeding.
I wiped in off with my hands, don't ask me where I left it, and I walked back into the dining place. Everyone was cheering, and when I walked in, everybody turned to me, smiling. "What?" I asked that Hermyone or Herminoe or whatever, confused.
Harry Potter:
I kept running, even after I had lost him. Suddenly I ran into a body and fell. It was Snape.
"100 points from Gryffindor Potter," he said lazily. And he kept walking, didn't even stop to help me up. I picked myself up. I decided to go get my broom from my trunk and practice quidditch. I was flying around looking for the snitch (which I had borrowed from Angelina) when Armstrong walked onto the field, staring at me. I suddenly caught sight of the snitch, and had it in my hand within 10 seconds. I landed neatly.
"What do you want Armstrong!" I shouted.
"I want to ask you something, Potter," he responded coolly, his eyes narrowed.
I thought I was going to a bathroom. But no. It was a big fat bedroom, with the retard in it. He pointed his stick thing at me again. I put up my hands, like you would to say, 'Don't shoot!' He lowered it.
"What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing, having a bedroom in my bathroom?" I shot back. He looked at me weirdly.
"Whatever, I thought you'd probably be making out with Hermione or some one by now."
"What? I'm married. Why would I do that?" I rolled my eyes for the billionth time.
"What are you doing here, though? How old are you?"
"Fifteen."
"When I was fifteen, I was already thinking of dropping out of school for the band. Shouldn't you be, too? All I hear out in the halls are Harry, Harry, Harry. That's your name right?"
"So?"
"Whatever. Hey, by any chance, is there a bathroom in here?"
"Yes, but I'm not letting you use it." What a brat.
"So you're going to let me wet my pants, is that it?"
"Yes. That would be funny."
Harry Potter:
I pointed my wand at the door and it slammed shut in his face.
"He thinks he can buddy up with me, or compliment me and he can use my bathroom, forget it. But I do want to know how he got in!" I opened the door to ask him.
"How did you get in here anyway?" I said angrily. He grinned evilly.
"I'll only tell you if you let me use the bathroom." I thought about it.
"Fine," I said finally, my curiosity stronger then my defiance. I stood aside and let him in.
Billie Joe:
Finally the freak let me in! Well, after I was done, the kid stared at me, expecting an answer. I chose not to be an idiot, because he'd probably turn me inside out.
"Okay, I got in here because I was in the hall, looking for a bathroom. I saw a door that said bathroom on the door, so I came in. That's when I found YOU laying on a BED in my BATHROOM." 'You're weird,' I added in my head.
"Whatever. Get out." The kid shoved me to the door and slammed it in my face. I sighed and shoved my hands into my black jeans. I slowly moved down the hall, and a bunch of girls walked by, looking at me and whispering about my appearance.
"Shut it, you'll never get me," I told them, laughing. I slid down the banisters again, because heck, I wasted my childhood, so I should live life to the fullest.
Harry Potter:
Gosh that dude was weird. I opened the door a crack and watched him slide down a banister. There was a group of girls laughing at him. I wished I could laugh too, but I didn't want to call attention to myself. I shut the door and went to practice for my exams again. Goodness knows I wasn't going to fall asleep.
The next morning after getting ready for lessons, I walked down to breakfast. I saw Hermione and Billie Joe sitting next to each other. I grabbed a piece of toast and left.
"Wait up!" I heard Billie Joe call. I just sped up.
Billie Joe:
What's his problem? The kid sped up, pretty much running down the 'corridor' or whatever, but I knew that I was faster. I ran to catch up, but he ran faster. So there we were, running side by side, as if in a tied race, when suddenly I tripped. I fell straight on the ground, but the demented one kept running. I heard the same girls from upstairs laughing as they saw me, but one screamed as I lifted my head and my chin was bleeding.
I wiped in off with my hands, don't ask me where I left it, and I walked back into the dining place. Everyone was cheering, and when I walked in, everybody turned to me, smiling. "What?" I asked that Hermyone or Herminoe or whatever, confused.
Harry Potter:
I kept running, even after I had lost him. Suddenly I ran into a body and fell. It was Snape.
"100 points from Gryffindor Potter," he said lazily. And he kept walking, didn't even stop to help me up. I picked myself up. I decided to go get my broom from my trunk and practice quidditch. I was flying around looking for the snitch (which I had borrowed from Angelina) when Armstrong walked onto the field, staring at me. I suddenly caught sight of the snitch, and had it in my hand within 10 seconds. I landed neatly.
"What do you want Armstrong!" I shouted.
"I want to ask you something, Potter," he responded coolly, his eyes narrowed.
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