Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. And I never will, so put down that darn phone and don't contact your lawyers.
Capture Two: Cerberus Return.
It was another normal day. Well, as normal as you could get at Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.
Which, I suppose, definitely isn't very normal anyway, according to Muggle standards.
But I digress, on with the story.
"Where the heck is that growling coming from?"
"Well, If I had to hazard a guess, I'd probably say the supply closet."
The twins gulped.
"I must say Bradford, you do sound horribly dreadful today. Perchance you have attained a slight head cold?"
"Perhaps Simon. I shall have to conclude my examination, for this most disgusting disadvantage is overwhelming."
A third voice entered the conversation. "Well old chap, try eating that funny neon-colored box over there. It might cheer you up an ickle bit."
Chewing noises could be heard through the door as the twins slowly crept closer.
"I SAY," (They jumped, panicking slightly.) "Alexander, excellent choice! These flavors are delicate on the tongue and pleasing to the senses. But I seem to have one or two stuck on my fangs."
"Oh, dear, I just read the box…."
"Budge over there and let me have a look-see."
"My, Bradford Old Pal, those intriguing items lodged on your fangs, are actually human contraceptive devices used to contain sperm. Bother."
"What an interesting concept."
"Really? Odd. However will we get them off?"
"Hagrid could probably help you."
"Yes, you're quite right. On a roll today, aren't you?"
"Although, I don't have the slightest notion what in the blazes influenced him to name us 'Fluffy' of all things."
"It is awfully demeaning."
"I fully despise it."
Hehe. I've actually had this written for a while, but I've never really gotten to type it up. When I get around to typing, I usually type 5-10 things at once.