 Fletcher #2 *points to Salander and laughs* Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
"Heh. Heheh. Hehehehahahahahahahahahahahaaaaahhhhh," Fletcher's laugh grew from a snort to a chuckle to a full-on belly-rumbling laugh as he pointed at Salander's failed attempt at flying. "Fear not, damsel in distre-- aheheheheheeeeeeeee!"
He had to let go of the handle of his hovering mop to clutch at his stomach, still laughing loudly at the Slytherin. Darn giggles. They sure were good for the abs, huh. Fletch continued laughing to himself until he literally slipped sideways off the mop and landed with a soft thud on his bottom.
The mop continued floating in midair for a moment before it seemed to realized he was no longer seated and then it abruptly fell right on top of his head, so it looked like he had a tangle of white spaghetti for hair.
The boy stopped laughing just like that (and closed his mouth too) as a trickle of filthy mop-water seeped down the side of his pouting face. Now who was laughing?
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