A Tale of Little Plot

Harry, Ron and Hermione are boredly trudging to a potions lesson, unfortunately a double. Ron suddenly looks worried.

Ron: [in a tone of voice that implies that he should be saying "I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date" or something to that effect] Oh no! We're going to be late and Snape is sure to give us detention!

Harry and Hermione stare at Ron as though he has lost what little sense he ever had.

Ron: Well I for one am not about to hang around here and give Snape an excuse to give me a detention!

Ron breaks into a jog, then a run, accompanied by an odd sort of FWOOSH/ZZOOOM noise.

Harry: Uh... [he shrugs] I suppose I'd better go after him.

Harry repeats Ron's jog-run-fwoosh/zoom action.

Hermione: Okaaay.... [she looks at her watch] Oh my giddy aunt! I AM late! Sweet mother of [she pauses] um ... something!! [at this point, the author pondered having Hermione say 'Holy Cricket!' but refrained from doing so, even though it is dang hilarious]

Hermione begins to run too, but trips over something not immediately evident and falls down a set of inconveniently placed stairs.

Hermione: Ow! *thud* Augh *thud* Aiieee!

Instead of landing in a heap as would normally occur, on reaching the bottom she begins to roll down the corridor, clutching her bag.

Hermione: Ow! Oof! Owch!

There is a dull thud as she hits the door of the potions dungeon. She pulls herself up and walks in, looking dizzy and somewhat dazed (I know they mean the same thing. I don't care). She meanders haphazardly across the room.

Snape: [glares at Hermione] Granger, you are late.

Hermione: [blinks] NO. It is YOU who has the teacup. But Mr. Ed WILL prevail!

She then falls over sideways, knocking over a random cauldron, belonging to a random student, the contents of which begin to seep over the floor.

Snape: Aiiee! My floor! You've ruined my beautiful linoleum!!

Ron: [seeming to have dropped the bizarre way of speech which was witnessed at the beginning of this Tale] It's not linoleum, Professor, it's - Harry clamps a hand over Ron's mouth.

Harry: [out of the corner of his mouth in a way he believes to be surreptitious but is in fact audible] Sh! Don't correct him or he'll probably do something horrible to you!

Ron: Mmf.

Snape: [bellows at the unconscious Hermione] Thirty points from Griffindor!

Hermione does not move. Snape, fuming, takes out his wand and points it at Hermione, who is turned into a Furby.

Hermione: [waking up] Aay! Cock-a-doodle-doo!!

The other students look on in amazement, bemusement, and other things ending in 'ment' which mean similar things.

Snape: [glaring at Hermione the Furby, eyes popping] THAT'LL teach you to be late.

Snape takes Hermione in one hand, rights the fallen cauldron with the other, and walks into his office.

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I know it's a short chapter. I'm sorry. But otherwise it doesn't really work. *pauses* OK, it might. But then it wouldn't work later. Dagnabbit, I have my reasons! They just can't be explained easily! Now go read something worthwhile!