Got_Your_Konk!
Riddler
Colourful Floo Ferret
Queer-ditch fun at a run!The match was like a rotting egg on a troll’s green leg. It was too quiet to have any fun. Neville the devil was jumping like a limping frog.
“Oh no! Slytherin are in the lead!” he said sadly.
Granger the muggle ranger was beside him, her bushy hair, like the tail of a mare. “Harry must find the snitch soon! The Slytherins aren’t playing fair at all!”
“Dobby agrees with Miss,” said a squeaky voice like that of a mouse smashed against the wall.
“Dobby! What are you doing here?” ranger-girl asked.
The elf with dingbat ears knew he was naughty and would get caughty. “Dobby came to see Harry Potter, Miss. Dobby came to help.”
He muttered sneaky words and Potter the rotter felt his broom shake. It started shooting around the pitch. Everybody avoided him. Nobody likes the smell of a rotter. Even the bludgers were acting like nutters. They were running away from him and his smell. Run away from the smelly potty!
“Dobby what did you do?” Granger asked angrily, looking like moaping, moaning Myrtle in her loo.
“Dobby is sorry.”
“No! Malfoy! Look!” Longbottom, with his face a sour blossom, shouted.
Malfoy, the lame toy, was racing after the puke-gold snitch.
“Slytherin can’t win this match!” Granger who lives in a manger said.
The lame toy suddenly changed into a ferret boy, which rhymes much better with Malfoy. He fell off his broom and fell down with a swoon…wee! He landed in a bog, where he was growled at, by Hagrid’s hunting dog. Goyle, the pork in turmoil, waved his pixie stix and the evil red quaffle attacked old Ron McDonald, who had a keeper’s farm. The ferret boy laughed at him, not noticing the return of Potter the rotter. The snotty potty, rocketed past him, and the nutty bludgers came zooming after him like two angry Filches, because he stank too much to be allowed. One of them took the ferret boy for a ride and he was squealing like Mrs Norris taking a bath with the sloppy squid. Madam Hooch forgot to mooch and went for a visit to the moon, looking like an ugly baboon on a broom. Neville the Devil was bunny hopping round and round on the spot like a foot rot, shouting at the top of his voice. He missed the step full of pep, and fell on the girl in front of him, who screamed like a banshee or an angry bee.
Peeves, the famous riddler, came swooshing out of the castle shouting like a fiddler-diddler, to join the unexpected fun in the sun. He spat gum at a rude-dent student and threw dungbombs at some students who screamed and teemed even more. He covered the teachers, who are boring preachers, with the Hogwarts flag, so they wouldn’t see their ugly features.
Devil and Ranger cried “Wee-Wee-Wee!” all the way up to the castle; Dobby the elf was nimble, the ugly elf was quick, the pork came to join him, and poked him with his stix.
The Gryffindorks and Slytherinpins stopped playing, and joined the Ravencorks and Hufflepops in a game of dungbomb-throwing.
Name's Poltergeist. Don't-bug-me Poltergeist
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Round Four - The Quidditch Match, Short Story Challenge
evlpez Round Four - The Quidditch Match Oct 23 2004, 01:45 AM
Oct 23 2004, 01:45 AM
Unlike Round 3 (The Magic Box Challenge), the submissions for this challenge do not make a continuing story. Each submission must stand alone as a short story.
Note to ferrets: Remember that you are writing fan fiction as though you are the Floo-Between user you've chosen. This means that if you've chosen Snape, you are writing as though Snape is writing fan fiction, not as though he is a part of the story. Each character may write as many submissions as they wish for this challenge, as long as each submission is significantly different from their others. The deadline for submissions is Wednesday December 1st.
