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Hey Peoples,

So, I was making some cookies, and I ran into a bit of a problem. Who knew that 4 dozen really meant 46? I kinda accidentally made a few dozen dozen cookies, and I need some help eating them. You all will help a sister out, right?

Love ya!

Roxy

PS. Ignore the burning smell. It will go away.

(If one were to shift the cookies around, a person would notice a pile of black, charred hunks suitable only for use as hockey pucks under the first layer of edible cookies.)

((These are magical cookies with random, non-fatal results. Effects and duration are up to the muns involved.))

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"I mean with ribbons and ruffles and joy!" Ron nodded several times. "And then we can go and defeat Voldemort!" He released his sister and clapped his hands. "It will be fun. Hurray for Ron and Ginny and Harry and Hermione! Team Die Die Yay!"

"Ribbons and ruffles?" Ginny laughed at this. "I doubt Harry would let you dress him like that. I reckon Voldemort would probably die laughing though."

Ginny stepped back, hands on her hips and gave her brother a good looking over. "You sure are silly today. What's gotten into you? You didn't even notice when I mentioned Snape's not popcorn anymore!"

Harry wanders into the hall, confused by the huge group of people and animals. He spots Ginny and Ron and heads over to ask them..

"Hey guys, what's going on? Is it someone's birthday or something?"

"Hi, Harry! No birthdays. Roxy's made extra cookies and is sharing them. They're not as good as mum's though. But other than that, Ron's acting a bit strange and wants to dress you up in ribbons and ruffles or something. Oh, and I think that's Snape over there, but I thought he was still popcorn!"

"Snape?" Harry looks over and sure enough, it's him. "Oh great, just what we needed." Then he realises what Ginny was saying earlier....

"Is Ron alright? That doesn't sound like something he'd say."

"Yeah, Snape. I've been avoiding him, though, and he doesn't seem to have noticed any of us yet." She looks Ron over again. "I don't think so, but I've no idea what's wrong with him. I think I want another biscuit, even though they're not the best. Would you like one, Harry?"

She pulls out her wand and tries to make a couple of biscuits come over to them.

Accio, biscuits!

... Nothing happens, so she tries again, more forcefully.

Accio, biscuits!

Still nothing.

"Something must be wrong with my wand."

Harry watches Ginny struggle with the charm, he puts out his hand for her wand.

"Let me try?"

"All right." She hands her wand over to him. She hopes its the biscuits themselves, actually, because she knows her mum and dad can't afford to buy her a new wand right now.

"accio biscuits" he points the wand and about four biscuits come flying over. He catches them awkwardly with his other hand and gives Ginny back her wand.

"Nothing wrong with the wand. Hey, where did these biscuits come from again? Were they just sitting out here?"

Ginny takes her wand back and looks at it, annoyed. "Well, they were sitting out, but there was a note from the girl who baked them. Do you think the cookies had something to do with it?"

Not willing to accept that her wand won't work for her, she takes out some parchment and tries to transfigure it into a feather, with no success.

"This isn't good! What do I do now?"

"It's probably some prank spell, like Fred and George make." He puts his arm around her shoulder.

"Don't worry, there's bound to be an antidote."

"I hope you're right. Maybe Professor Maturin knows of one."

Ginny lays her head on his shoulder, feeling comforted. "I'm going to fail all my classes if we don't find an antidote. And what if the potion I take doesn't work on me anymore?"

"Snape's not popcorn!?" Ron grinned even wider. "That's wonderful. Let's bother him!"

Ginny looked horrified. "You sound like that puppet thing! He was always wanting to bother people!" She would have hexed him, but Harry had her wand at the moment, trying to figure out what was wrong with it.

Ron nodded several times, voice high and trill. "Bothering is an act of love!" He then turned to Harry. "Hello my best mate! Snape is back to help us defeat Voldemort and teach us that good is not always nice. Let's grow as people, huzzah!"

"Ron? Why are you talking like that?"

Harry looks concerned.

"Because I had a fine education, Harry. A fine one indeed." He was silent for a moment, before shoving his shoulder at Harry's general direction.

"Bother!"

"Ronald Weasley, bothering people is not nice ~~unless they're Snape~~!"

"Ronald Weasley? That's my full name!" Ron pumped up his chest. "I feel like the King of Canada." His face then fell. "Oh, darn. I'm the King of Canada."

Harry rubs his shoulder where Ron had 'bothered' him.

"You've gone like that puppet thing! This is not good." Harry carefully puts the cookies he was holding inside a suit of armour.

"The puppet." Ron sighed as he remembered. "He was like the brother I never had."

"Right, just like one of your brothers, except that you hated it and couldn't wait to get it off."

"Hee hee hee!" Ron giggled, covering his mouth. "You said 'it'!"

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