The life of Adrian Brown (year 1-4)

Chapter 2 (Year 1)

"No, yeah, this is going to be great. I'm glad I transferred. Oh, the stairs moved. Is it so the students can get to class on time?" Adrian said as he turned to the older Slytherin who was showing him around. The older boy shook his head, humor lighting his eyes as he laughed, “No, they move randomly. Good luck getting to class,” he said as he took his leave.

The blue-haired male then yelled, “THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THEY MOVE RANDOMLY?" after the older boy who just left.

Adrian looked around as students just moved past him before noticing a Ravenclaw girl talking to her friends, a prefect badge proudly on her chest. Adrian moved over, gripping his robe sleeve. "Hey, do you know how to get to the dungeons?" Adrian asked the Ravenclaw student, tugging slightly at his robe sleeve as the Ravenclaw looked down her nose at him. "I cannot figure out how to get there, and well, I don’t know when I have Potions because none of y’all have clocks on the walls, but I think it's soonish."

"Down the stairs and to the right," the Ravenclaw grunted, annoyed as Adrian took on a pleading face. "Please, anything but the moving stairs. Please, I can’t," the Ravenclaw just huffed and left with her friends, who were giggling as Adrian tried to accept his fate.

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"Mr. Brown, you're late," Professor Snape sneered as Adrian slammed himself down beside his housemate, who looked at him with hidden worry as the blue-haired male panted. “Oh, why am I late?" he panted out. "Well, somebody told me to go to hell, but I didn’t want to use the moving stairs so…”

The class behind Adrian giggled and snickered before Snape glared at them.

"50 points for cheek, Mr. Brown," Snape snapped as Adrian just blinked. "Yeah, I honestly don’t know what losing 50 points from Slytherin means, and I frankly don’t care," Adrian reached into his bag and fetched out a pencil. "Can we just get to the lesson?"

“Mr. Brown, what’s that in your hand?” Snape sighed, already tired of the American student as Adrian blinked, confused and tired from the day he had. “It’s a mechanical pencil, you write with it.”

“We write in ink and quill in this class, Mr. Brown. Please pull out said items,” Snape said as he turned around to the board to write down the potion notes, Adrian just shook his head. “No, no, I will not be using a quill and ink to write in this class.”

“And why is that?” Snape questioned as Adrian sighed in exasperation. “Because I made the mistake of coming to this class in the first place. What makes you think I'm not going to make spelling errors?” Snape snaps “20 points from Slytherin, Mr. Brown, for more cheek.”

Snickers could be heard as Snape glared, it went quiet and Snape continued the lesson. Adrian just placed his head down with a sigh, and he was looking forward to potions too.

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Adrian could be seen walking with a random Slytherin student as he walked to the Great Hall, “Yeah, and so then he asked me what I'm–” he paused just as the Bloody Baron walked through him and kept walking. The Slytherin next to him looked concerned as Adrian turned around, stuttering. “Why–why would you just walk–BARON, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!” The Baron stopped and floated over to the angry American, taken aback by the blue-haired muggle-born and his company. “I don't care how important you think you are. You walk through me again, and we're going to have an issue. I will exorcize your ass. Don't play me,” the Bloody Baron huffed as Adrian continued on, bulldozing whatever the Baron was about to say, the Slytherin next to him was just in shock that the American would dare to talk to Hogwarts' scariest ghost like that. “If Dumbledore can figure out how to move a foot to walk around me, so can you. Stop. It's rude, creepy too. Jesus.”

Adrian stomped away from the shocked Slytherin and huffy Baron and entered the Great Hall. He sat beside a blond Slytherin in his year and started to chat with his housemates about dinner. “This dinner looks good,” a first-year like him said as Adrian nodded. “No, ‘cause like when I say that this dinner has been the only thing keeping me going all day. I just want to eat and go to bed, that's all. If I can have that, I will be a happy man.” 

But before he could take another bite of his food, Professor Quirrell barged into the Great Hall, which went silent at his entrance. "Troll–in the dungeons–thought you ought to know," Quirrell said before fainting and causing chaos throughout the entire school.

"What does he mean there's a troll in the dungeons?" Adrian sounded scared and worried as the blond next to him screamed in his ear: "Does this mean we have to stop eating dinner? I'm taking it with me. No complaints? Yeah–no." He picked up his plate but before he could take it further from the table, it disappeared. ”...damn it…”

All of the students went to find their prefects as per Dumbledore's instructions and began to make their way out of the Great Hall. Adrian thought it was stupid because the Hufflepuff and Slytherin dorms were in the dungeons but he digressed. As he was leaving, Adrian noticed two Gryffindor boys wandering away from the sea of children. He knew all about these two from gossip from his Slytherin classmates, mostly a blond one, shared classes with them, and even talked to them, but where were they going? The Gryffindor tower was up though.

"Where are Ron and Harry going? Knowing them, somewhere they shouldn't be. I should go with them," Adrian thought as he followed the two until they stopped at a corner. They whispered to each other before Adrian had enough and walked up to them and whispered: "Guys, what the heck are you doing down–" Adrian heard thudding behind the corner, looked, and found the Mountain Troll that Quirrell had mentioned had left the dungeon. "Is that the troll? Did you come down to where the troll is?" he yelled as Harry and Ron shushed him, looking at each other as Harry gave Ron a look before sighing.

"We had to, Hermione is in the girls' bathroom and doesn't know about the troll," Harry explained, panicked as Ron nodded.

"What do you mean Hermione’s in there? Why would she be in–” Adrian was shushed before his voice could go even louder; he often had a temper that was about to explode. 

"We kind of made her cry, and she hid in the bathroom," Ron muttered, looking down at the suddenly very interesting floor, Harry doing the same, ashamed for not helping Hermione as Adrian blew up more, trying to keep his voice down. He knew what bullying felt like as a victim. "YOU made her cry so she hid in a bath–” he was shushed again as Ron shook his hands at Adrian, and Harry looked around.

"We didn't mean to make her cry. I didn't know she could hear me," Ron tried in a horrible attempt to redeem himself. Adrian facepalmed as Harry just settled Ron with a look. 

"When this is over, I'm going to hit you both so hard that I might actually knock some sense into you!" the Slytherin said as he pinched his nose, sighing, and moved around the other first-years to walk to the bathroom. Ron turned to Harry and just mumbled, “Let's help Hermione,” and with that, they followed Adrian into the bathroom.

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“That was the dumbest decision I have ever made in my life, and I've made a lot of dumb decisions. I will never follow you guys anywhere again. Oh, great, here come the teachers to yell at us. Yay,” Adrian finishes, almost on the verge of tears as Snape, McGonagall, and Quirrell rush into the backroom to see a disheveled Ron, Harry, Adrian, and Hermione. "All I wanted was pudding." With that, Adrian gets 20 points deducted from Slytherin and 10 points for sheer dumb luck…which honestly he should get more because that's just his life in a nutshell. Snape then sends him to his dorm by Snape who limps away.

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"Getting home rather late, aren't you, Brown?" his blond housemate questioned as Adrian stalked into their dorm room.

“Draco, knock it off,” a brown-haired boy in the next bed said. ‘So that the blond’s name,’ Adrian thought.

"Yes, I am getting home late, Draco,” he sighed. “I don't want to hear it," Adrian sneered as he made his way to his side of their shared dormitory after returning from the troll fiasco. "No, 'cause I saw Ron and Harry–"

Draco stared blankly at Adrian who just glared, spitting out, "Potter and Weasley," Adrian mimicked as Draco just fixed him with a stare, raising a perfect eyebrow, unimpressed, "Does that make it easier for you to discern who I'm talking about? Yeah, I saw them going down to the dungeons. So I followed because knowing them, they were up to no good, and I was right."

"Of course," Draco groaned as the other boys snickered, knowing how much Draco hated the two Gryffindors, "That Potter and Weasley are always up to no good. That's why they should be told that they're below us honorable Purebloods," he looks at Adrian expectantly as Adrian just glared.

"Keep talking, *Draco*. I know where you sleep; the bed right across from mine," Adrian retorted, hating Draco's egotistical, superiority mindset. As a muggle-born, he hated people like that. "Yeah, don't play with me, *Draco,* you'll wake up with pink hair." Draco looked horrified at the suggestion that his hair might be a different color. Adrian just changed and got into bed, shutting the curtains and warding them. He threw himself under the covers and fell asleep, hoping that the rest of the year would be quiet.

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(Later that year)

"No, I'm being serious. I swear to god Professor Quirrell's turban sneezed. It SNEEZED!" Adrian asserted. The other Slytherins began laughing at how certain Adrian seemed. "Why are you laughing? I'm being serious. I saw-"

"Is this supposed to be a prank?" questioned another Slytherin, a girl named Daphne.

"No, this isn't a prank!" he yelled as the others walked away. Adrian was determined to show them tonight that it was not a prank, that man’s head sneezed, and he would prove it to them.

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(later that night)

"Fucking laugh at me. I'll show them," Adrian mumbled as he stalked toward the teacher’s dorms, before he could make it there he fell on the floor as he ran into seemingly nothing, "Fucking- What did I just run into?!"

Adrian looked around but there was nothing there. 

"Hominum reveleo-! You three!? Again!?" Harry, Hermione, and Ron appeared from under the Invisibility cloak, looking at each other as Adrian just grumbled, "Common courtesy, you knock someone down, you help them up. Give me a hand.” Harry helps him up as he sighs “Yeah, thank you. What the fuck are you three doing out of bed?" he demanded as the three looked at him with blank expressions. 

"Uhh, wh-what are you doing out of bed?" Hermione questioned, hoping to throw off Adrian's thought process, which worked.

"What am I doing out of bed? I-," Adrian paused before sighing, already thinking of himself as crazy. "Professor Quirrell's turban sneezed, and nobody believed me. So, I was sneaking down to his room to get evidence, okay? Wh-di- I asked you first!" he snaps as the three look at each other again, having a silent conversation with their eyes before Harry finally explains.

"We were going to the third floor," he looked out for any teachers that might be stalking around, aka Snape.

"The third floor. You mean t-the one place we were specially told not to go on? That floor?" Adrian said before sighing, already accepting his fate, knowing they were going to get themselves into trouble," Well, I'm coming with you cause last time you almost got killed by a troll." The three had another silent conversation before nodding and with that, they went to the forbidden floor.

"Yeah, does someone wanna explain to me why we went to the forbidden floor and opened a locked d-'' Adrian turns to see a giant three-headed dog, which was sleeping, "That's a big ass dog. Why is there a big ass dog and a harp? Why is there- Wha- don't walk towards the huge three-headed- have you never heard of Cerberus?"

Adrian rushed over to the three Gryffindors, these dumbasses who began opening the trap door. that.was.under.the.damn.dog.that.would.eat.THEM!

"What are you doing? Don't go in the door, you're gonna wake u-'' Adrian looked up at the now no longer sleeping dog, the harp no longer playing as the blue-haired American just nervously giggled, "Nice doggy. Fucking move!"

Fluffy began barking at the 4 first years as Adrian fell down the trap door following the others.

"That could've been very bad. We are lucky that whatever is on the floor is soft. And move- and moving! Why is it moving?" Adrian began panicking and tried clawing his way out of the moving thing beneath them

"It's a devil snare!" shouted Hermione, the ever-smart know-it.

"Oh yes, great. Thank you, Hermione. Devil snare, that solves all of our problems! Where are you g- Oh my god she sunk!" Adrian was freaking out now "Devil snare, devil snare, what did Sprout say about devil sna- uh- it's deadly fun, but it sulks in the sun- LUMOS!"

Adrian, Harry, and Ron dropped to the floor beneath, falling on their backs.

"I hate all of you," Adrian sighed, standing up, "There is never a dull moment with you three is there? How the fuck are we gonna get out of here?"

"Wait. Do you hear that? It sounds like wings," Ron stated, while the three of them followed the noise down a stone hallway.

"Oh no yeah, let's go towards the ominous flapping. That's a great idea," Adrian ran after the others. At the end of the hallway, they found a large, bright chamber. Flapping around the top of the room were, what seemed to be, keys with wings. "Why are there flying keys?"

"Look, a door," Harry pointed across the room. All of them went running.

Ron wiggled the door handle to no avail, "Ugh, of course. It's locked. Uh, Hermione, Adrian, could one of you try to open it with a spell or something?" Hermione went up to the door and cast alohomora, but the door was still locked. “It seems like there is a charm on it to repel spells from the door, '' Hermione explained as Harry scanned the room before walking over to something.

"Hey, guys look. I found a broom," Harry showed the group the broom leaning up against the wall, "Maybe we have to catch one of those keys to unlock the door."

"Oh, oh, we have to fly after them and catch them. That makes sense!" Adrian said sarcastically, astounded by Harry's logic. Harry nods.

"I should go," Harry decreed, "I am the only one here who can fly after all."

"Oh yeah, yeah, the boy who lived, gonna just fly, zip around on your- it's not a snit-" As soon as Harry mounted the broom, all of the flying keys hurdled together and started making their way down to Harry and the others. "Oh- Why are they chasing him? No, this is fucking stupid- locomotor arresto!"

All at once, the keys were still in the air, only moving slightly from their previous momentum

"Huh, that worked. Good, yeah, great" Adrian says as Ron picks up the key they needed.

"I feel like the answer is gonna be no, but I'm gonna ask anyway. Is there any chance I can convince you three to not open the door and to turn around and go back and try to find a way out and get a teacher's help?" Adrian looked to the other three for any confirmation, but none came, "No? Okay, yep through the scary door, let's see what horrors lie behind."

Ron unlocked the door and everyone walked through. They then came to a giant room with stone statues in it and a black and white chessboard floor.

"Great, great, a shit ton of statues. What is this? Medusa's garden?" Adrian asks Hermione the only one to give it, giggles silently.

"No, don't you see the board, the pieces? It's a huge wizard chessboard." Ron exclaimed, eyeing Adrian as he looked at Ron in shock.

"Wizard chess? I can't even play muggle chess." Adrian muttered, shaking his head and Harry felt for him, wizard chess was weird too to a muggle-raised person, "Is there any chance it's like checkers?"

"Umm, what's that?" Ron questioned as Hermione, Harry, and Adrian all looked at each other.

"You don't know what checkers are. Okay, so the answer is no." Adrian retorted. 

"But some of the pieces are missing." Ron said as he realized he looked at the board again, "We must take the places of the missing pieces."

"Take the place o-" Adrian looked at Harry and Hermione, "Oh I'm not taking a place of shit! I've seen you play wizard chess, pieces get destroyed. We'll die!" he screeches as Ron just shakes his head.

"We'll be okay, I'm great at Wizard chess," Ron flattered himself, "So, Harry you take the place of that bishop, and Hermione, you go there instead of the rook. And I'll be the knight." he decides as the other two follow his words.

"What no- Hermione don't go, ugh. You are encouraging him," Adrian looked around at the other three, then landed on Harry, "You know what fine. Boy who lived, scooch over. You have a track record of surviving, I'm sitting on the horse with you." "Oh, alright," Harry made room for Adrian to join him as Ron started the game.

"Ron imma tell you this now. You kill me, imma haunt your ass and I'm sending spiders!" Adrian threatened as Ron took on a sheepish grin."Uhuh, no pressure, got it," Ron said worriedly.

They start the game and halfway through, Ron’s piece gets stabbed after he sacrifices it, even against the yelling of the other. "This is the stupidest- go- did he- is he- is he," Adrian stuttered as looked down at Ron lying on the ground, injured.

"Wait, don't move. We have to finish the game," Harry reminded as Adrian just looked at him with a slight glare.

"Oh yeah, by all means, finish the game, ya know PRIORITIES!" Adrian shouted. But they finished the game, made sure Ron was ok and moved to the next room, which had a dead troll in it so they moved to the next, all while Adrian was grumbling.

"I will never make fun of Wizard chess again. But I will continue to maintain that it's a stupid fucking game." Adrian was extremely done with this shit, "Yup, let's move on to the next horrible thing in this forsaken dungeon. And behind door number 2 is, fire and bottle, whoever designed this has a flare for the dramatics. Got it, noted. joy, there's a note, let's do some reading."

"It's potions. What did I say? A drama queen designed this,...

Snape wrote this." Adrian declared, "That billowy bitch, of course, it's potions-

Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind you,

Two of us will help you, whichever you would find,

One among us seven will let you move ahead, Another will transport the drinker back instead, Two among our number hold only nettle wine Three of us are killers, waiting hidden in line.

Choose, unless you wish to stay here for evermore, To help you in your choice, we give you these clues four: First, however slyly the poison tries to hide You will always find some on nettle wine's left side; Second, different are those who stand at either end, But if you would move onwards, neither is your friend; Third, as you see clearly, all are different size, Neither dwarf nor giant holds death in their insides; Fourth, the second left and the second on the right

Are twins once you taste them, though different at first sight."

Adrian blinks "Danger lies before you, safety lies behind, blah blah blah. One goes back, nettle wines, killer- KILLERS! OH, don't touch- don’t., put that down, put it down!" Adrian said sternly, "Harry, hands in your pockets! Pockets! Like you're in the store, hands in your pockets!"

Adrian read and reread the riddle when he finally concluded, looking at the smaller two he threw a bottle into Harry’s hand. who catches it with is sneaker skills.

"Uhh, this one, here." Adrian handed the bottle over to Harry, "You're the boy who lived, drink up bitch."

"Oh Merlin," Harry mumbled before taking a sip of the potion, it was disgusting.

"Alright, are you good? Feel dead? No? How about Froggy?''Adrian questioned but Harry insisted he was fine, "Great! Use that Gryffin courage and run through the fire, just like the platform. Yup, let's go for it, buddy."

Adrian and Hermione watched as Harry walked through the fire. No screams came from the other side so Adrian took that as it worked.

"D'you make it? Oh, okay good yeah, great." Adrain said in an almost surprised tone

"You go with Harry," Hermione regarded, "I'm gonna go find a teacher,” she said taking the potion for the way out, “I'll take Ron to the hospital wing as well”

"You're gonna go for help? Okay great" Adrian gulped, looked at the potion, the wall of fire, and then back again at the potion bottle, "Umm, down the hatch, I guess. WOAH! That is foul! Alright let's- aaaaa"

Adrian ran through the fire, stumbling forward to his knees. Adrian patted his body and face, making sure he was still alive and intact.

"I'm alive! Hahahaha!" Adrian looked up at Harry as he helped Adrian up from the floor, "Alright, let's go. Team Potter, let's do this"

Adrian and Harry began walking down the hallway leading to the last room when Harry grabbed his forehead. Hissing as Adiran backsteps and places a hand on Harry’s shoulder.

"Is you're head hurting? Hold on I might have some Ibuprofen in my pockets." Adrian started rummaging around his pockets looking for the medicine.

"No, that's alright. This happens all the time," Harry stated as Adrian looked at him in concern.

"What do you mean it just does that?" Adrian inclined as Harry shook his head.

"Well, I mean- occasionally my head will start hurting randomly. It's alright though." Harry insisted, "Come to think of it, my head's been hurting more since school. I'm sure it's just stress."

"Okay, your healthcare is supposed to be better than ours, you should get that looked at," Adrian said as they got to the door frame of the final room, with a large mirror and the silhouette of a man.

"Oh, hey, look, it's Professor Quirrell! Hey, hey Professor! Hey! Did Hermione send you?" Adrian stopped abruptly as Quirrell stared at the two boys, "Why's he looking at us like the quiet kid that just snapped?" he questioned as he just looked at him confused at the statement.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Harry asked, not sure what Adrian meant.

"No cause back home when you see somebody looking at you like that, it means you need to hide under the nearest desk," Adrian informed Harry Harry just nodded before backtracking and looking at the man in the room.

"No, this can't be right. It can't be you." Harry starts to protest as Adrian now looks confused.

"What the fuck are you talking about? 'It can't be Quirrell' it's obviously Quirrell. Is there some like loop I'm out of here or...?" Adrian questioned. Quirrel's hand went up to his turban without having spoken a word to the boys, "W-W-Woah, why is he taking off his turban? No no no- Is he about to go super saine? WAIT A MINUTE!"

After Quirrell's turban was completely removed, in the reflection of the mirror behind him, you could see a face on the opposite side of Quirrell's head. "It's a face's a face- it's a fa- fac-" Adrian calmed down instantaneously., "I knew his turban sneezed! Professor, I didn't know you had a twin. Cool?

"This is not my twin, but someone much more important," Quirrell informed as Adrian just looked at him in confusion, Harry backing away slightly.

"It's not your twin?" Adrian questioned as Quirrell looked angrily at him.

"No, of course not." Quirrell retorted, "This is the mighty, dark lord." he waited for the bowing and cheers from the two boys as Adrian leaned over to Harry. "Who's the dark lord?" Adrian whispered to a concerned Harry, "Ya know, 'cause I'm muggle-born. Is he a politician or..."

"The dark lord is a man who believes that muggles have no place in this

world and that muggle-borns shouldn't be allowed to learn magic," Harry said still in shock that his teacher housed the dark lord.

"Probably shouldn't have said I was a muggle-born, huh?" Adrian whispered, "Oh fuck. OH FUCK! Harry do you know what this means!?"

"That Quirrell is a bad guy?" Harry guessed.

"Wh- Obviously Quirrell's a bad guy. Yeah no shit, Sherlock. No," Adrian lowered his voice for only Harry to hear and leaned in, "Do you remember earlier this year when Fred and George charmed snowballs to repeatedly pelt him in the back of the head?"

"Uh yeah," Harry processed this for a second, "Oh Merlin!"

"Yeah," Adrian covered his mouth to stifle his laughter, "If we make it out of this alive, I owe them both a butterbeer."

"Silence!" Quirrell yelled

"Oh great, now he's gonna do the villain thing where he monologues his evil plan," Adrian mumbled. Harry just nodded, looking in pain as Quirrrell glared.

"AS I was saying." Quirrell cut off, "Of course, it was me. But who would've suspected p-p-poor st-stuttering P-Professor Quirrell?"

"But Snape tried to kill me!" Harry argued

"No, no, no.  I tried to kill you. Your friend Miss Granger accidentally knocked me over as she rushed to set fire to Snape at that Quidditch match. She broke my eye contact with you. Another few seconds and I'd have got you off that broom. I'd have managed it before then if Snape hadn't been muttering a counter-curse, trying to save you."

"Snape was trying to save me?" Harry was more confused with every sentence Quirrell said

"Of course," said Quirrell cooly. "Why do you think he wanted to referee your next match? He was trying to make sure I didn't do it again. Funny,

really be needn't have bothered couldn't do anything with Dumbledore watching. All the other teachers thought Snape was trying to stop Gryffindor from winning, he did make himself unpopular... and what a waste of time, when after all that, I'm going to kill you tonight. You're too nosy to live, Potter. Scurrying around the school at Halloween like that, for all I knew you'd seen me coming to look at what was guarding the Stone"

Adrian watches this back and forth before Harry finally says.

"You let the troll in?" Harry asked

"Certainly. I have a special gift with tr-" Quirrel was cut off before he could get further.

"Woah Woah, wait! STOP! Back- back up! Rewind for a second, what d'you mean you let the troll into the dungeons." Adrian fumed, "You're the reason I didn't get any PUDDING! You better say your prayers to whatever deity you believe in. You bought to meet 'em."

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"What happened?" Adrian looked around, finding himself in the hospital wing, "Are we in the infirmary? Oh god."

"Glad to see you're finally awake, Mr. Brown," Dumbledore said quietly, Adrian did not see the old man in the room.

"Oh, hey Dumbledore." Adrian greeted somewhat sarcastically, "Where were you when we were fighting Voldemort?"

Dumbledore chuckles at Adrian's question, "It seems like the two of you, along with a few others, had a rather eventful night." Dumbledore then went on to explain what had happened after Adrian had been knocked

unconscious.

"What do you mean Harry dusted him?!" Adrian shouted as he about sprang up from the bed.

"Well, it seems like our friend here was very brave last night, and I'm sure you have many questions about the events that happened." Dumbledore began while he went to stand by the foot of Adrian's bed, "But I will let Harry answer those, he was the one to experience the whole night. Until then, I suggest you get a start on these sweets. Ah! Bertie Bott's Every-Flavour Beans! I was unfortunate enough in my youth to come across a vomit-flavored one, and since then I'm afraid I've rather lost my liking for them- but I think I'll be safe with a nice toffee, don't you? Alas, ear wax….again"

“Oh oh no yeah, great we fight off Voldemort and you steal our

jellybeans. Tracks.” Adrian thought to himself as Dumbledore began to walk away.

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"Draco shut the fuck up about the house cup! I just- I need to focus so I'm ready for when the pudding gets here." Adrian looked down as the 'pudding' appeared in front of him, "What the hell? This isn't pudding. You said we were having pudding after dinner."

"Yeah this is the pudding, ya know dessert," Draco said in a lazy tone as Adrian looked close to tears.

"Puddings…….just another word for dessert?" Adrian asked, his voice shaking as Draco looked at him in disbelief that Adrian was about to cry…over pudding, "So that there's no pudding? What do you mean there's no pudding?!"

And with that, the year ends and Adrian goes home, he enjoys his summer, and hopefully, next year will be nicer, with no more moldyshorts.

(famous last words)