Well — I Was Lucky Once, Wasn't

We Let Off A Dungbomb In The Corridor And It Upset Him For Some Reason—" "so He Hauled Us Off To His Office And Started Threatening Us With The Usual—" "—detention—" "—disembowelment—

This Was Their First Encounter With The Fact That A Full Stomach Meant Good Spirits; An Empty One, Bickering And Gloom.

The Long Game Was Ended, The Snitch Had Been Caught, It Was Time To Leave The Air.

Oh, Come Off It,” Said Ron, Striding Over To Her And Whipping Her Results Out Of Her Hand. “yep— Ten ‘outstandings’ And One ‘exceeds Expectations’ At Defense Against The Dark Arts.” He Looked Down At Her, Half-amused, Half-exasperated. “you’re Actually Disappointed, Aren’t You?

There's Nothing Better When Something Comes And Hits You And You Think 'yes'!