Yeah, there's not much to say about this…. This actually was written at a slumber party by me, pippki, and an array of other muffins. Hooray!
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans or Harry Potter. If I did, I would so totally combine the two!
Hobin Gotter and the Chamber of Pots
The second, but not quite the same as before, chapter.
Down in the dark, dirty, musty, scanky dungeons of Hogwarts castle was our favorite little masticator, Hobin Gotter. He was pissy, as usual, but then again when was he not? Today though, he was particularly upset because the girl's next door were having a sweaty, naked pillow fight, and they refused to let him join in on the fun.
Even worse, the boys on the other next door were also having a sweaty, naked pillow fight, and they wanted him to join in.
And then Headmaster Datman showed up. He went wooooosh through the room, and stopped in front of Hobin.
"Oh dear god, no!" Hobin exclaimed, looking for something with which to impale himself painfully with.
"So what is everyone's favorite waffle up to this fine day?"
"I'm trying to learn how to make bloody potions so I can poison your ass, you fucking moron!"
Hobin then walked over to his big bowl.
You know, the thing they mix potions in. The um…..um….don't tell me! Don't tell me!
Ah it doesn't matter.
What matters is….Reedy showed up. Cus we loves him. And if you're wondering to yourself, how did Reedy survive his 38 floor fall from that window he jumped out of…well keep on wondering dude.
"Peanut butter and jelly and a baseball bat!" He said in his girlish squeal.
Reedy was soon followed by the village idiot, Stermione. She had a banana.
And as if the room wasn't stupid enough, Professor Slape walked in too.
It's a wonder our little hero hasn't shot himself in the mouth by now.
"SHUT UP ALL OF YOU! I'M THE POTIONS MASTER AND YOU MUST LISTEN TO ME!!!"
"Must you shout everything you say?" Hobin asked, images of tribal burnings dancing in his head.
"YES!" Slape then went over to Hobin's cauldron and tasted the liquid inside.
Cauldron! That was it!
Slape then began to twitch violently like some kind of cross between a weasel and a chopstick. He fell to the floor, screaming freakishly.
I though it was kind of funny, myself.
"Eh, professor…" Hobin said, watching the scene before him.
"NOT NOW! I'M BEING POISONED!"
"But… that cauldron was empty…"
He turned at the sound of a clang.
"I put my fruit stick in the bucket!" Stermione proclaimed, looking quite pleased with her big stupid self.
Deciding there was no way of saving this sad group of pathetic cookies, Hobin left the dungeon, locking the door behind him. Hopefully, by the end of next week they will have eaten each other alive.
That made Hobin Gotter happy.
The End Again!
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