24Hi, everyone! Due to a bet with my co-writer, charcoalbrumby, I have decided to write a 24 hour fic!
For those of you who don't know what a 24 hour fic is, allow me to enlighten you. I have to write 24 one-shots every hour, that can be as short as 30 words, and post one every hour. Most of these one-shots are silly ones.
My fics will all be bashing the Harry Potter characters, even the ones that aren't usually bashed.
So, without further ado, here is Eight Thirty PM!
Hermione sat in the Gryffindor common room, reading Advanced Enchanting: Theory by Leonard Spinnelding. She turned the page and suddenly, the enormous book simply fell apart in her hands.
She sat there staring at the former book before suddenly jackknifing to her feet and screaming at the top of her lungs. All of Gryffindor Tower turned to stare at her as she collapsed and started to sob.
Harry cautiously walked up to her and said, "Um, Hermione… what's wrong?"
Hermione bawled, "Th-the b-book! It j-just fell apart! Madame Pince will be so mad at me, and the books will hate me, and I won't be able to learn anything from them, and I'll lose my magic, and… and…" She trailed off into incoherent sobs.
Harry bent to look at the book. He tapped it and said politely, "Hey, could you please turn yourself back into… erm… a book-like book?"
The book suddenly snapped back together and said in a jovial voice, "No worries, lad. And you," Its pages seemed to glare at Hermione, "You have no brain! Did you really read me? I stated quite clearly that I was enchanted to fall apart and repair myself on the previous page! Do you actually read?"
Hermione looked shocked. Then horrified. Then confused. Then angry that a book was insulting her reading ability. Then she laid into the book, shrieking like a madwoman and ripping it apart.
She sat back, breathing rather heavily, when the book bounced back up as a whole and screamed, "Thy besmircher of books! I take thy reading ability for ever, and SO MOTE IT BE!"
Hermione looked a bit stunned. She opened a book lying beside her and tried to read it, then collapsed into tears once more when she realised that she couldn't. Harry patted her shoulder awkwardly and said, "There, there… they're just books…" Which, of course, made her bawl louder still.
Charcoalbrumby, I WILL finish this twenty-four hour fic! You mark my words! *McGonagall-like glare*