Truth or Dare

"I'm bored," said Harry

The Gryffindors boys were lounging around in their dorm. They would be in the common room but it was being defumated because someone dared Malfoy to come in their common room and fart as hard as he could. So, they were lying there.

Neville: reading a book on how to over come his fear of bunnies.

Seamus: Trying on his new techni-colored dream pants.

Harry: Flexing his large, trimmed muscles.

Ron: writing poetry

and

Dean: practicing for his ballet recital.

"I'm bored," said Harry again

"Ah, but what is bored but a petty way of declaring thines humble attention span?" Ron purred dramatically.

"Me, like, too," said Dean turning away from the mirror he was practicing in front of.

"Y'all I thinks we should sqwer' dance! Then wrasl!!" said Seamus.

"Fight?" squeaked Neville.

"You gals is so weird!" squealed Seamus "I'm havin' thuh time uh mi life!"

"I have an idea! Let's play truth or dare!" said Harry with a sudden inspiration

"Wha-What's t-that? Does it hurt?"

"No silly! You like, like , like ,like ,like ,like, like,-"

"Someone slap him."

"Like, like, like- *slap*"

"Thank you."

They sat in circle.

"Harry you go first."

"Ok um, Seamus, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"Hmmm, ok I got one, what is the oddest dream you've ever had?"

"Wayl, I had this wun dream wer' I be milkin' mi cows and this howt chik came up an' jumpt' on mi cow and ran awa'."

"OKaaaaay, ok Seamus it's your turn."

"All righty then. Dean Truth or Dare?"

"Like like I'm feeling like like daring like tonight, so like like like Dare. Like."

"Fine then I dare yall to go to the door and take a big whiff uh' da smell."

"Like like like like that's like easy! It's not like like it smells bad or anything."

Dean walked over to the door and took a good whiff. He promptly fainted from the smell.

"Peabrain, forgot the reason were cooped up in here. . . "

"OK Dean won't be coming round any time soon so Ron you can go."

"Whatever, thine heart desires. Mr. Potter, Truth or action verb?

"Dare."

"Hmm, please give thee time to ponder thines request. I have it by George! I dare you to spell Onomatopoeia! Oh I've got the nimwitith there!"

"O-n-o-m-o-t-o-p-e-a! Onomotopea!"

*Lord Voldemort appears*

"Muahahahah! Wrong Potter! Muahahahah!"

*Harry starts to cry*

"Wa! How d-did you g-get here anyway?"

"I aparated."

*Hermione walks in*

"That's not possible!"

"I teleported."

"Oh well then never mind, Go back to your childish games."

*Walks out*

"Ok well anyway I teleported here because *sniff* my Death Eaters won't let me join any Death Eater games. Santa got lost on the way to my house: he was gonna ask me top guide is sleigh tonight! So, can i play?"

(All) " Sure!"

"Ok Voldie, Truth or Dare?"

"Umm, Truth."

"Ok, what are you afraid of?"

"Everything."

*Big pause*

"Ok."

*Dumbledore walks in*

"Boys! And dean. The defumation of the common room is complete."

"Ok lets go frolic with our House mates!"

~*~*~*THE END~*~*~*~*