"Just some food for people to eat..." She replied dreamily

Neville walked over to where Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting and plopped down in an empty seat.

"If I was you, I wouldn't touch the chicken" Neville warned them as they reached out for some. They're hands quickly retracked back to their sides.

"Ooh, Pudding!" Ron exclaimed as he pulled the lid off one of the pots. He piled loads of the creamy, chocolaty pudding onto a plate and started to at it. After his second plate, Ron started humming a song that Harry recognized.

"Where did you here that?" Harry asked but Ron just ignored him and carried on eating.

Laughter broke out on the table behind them. Turning round, Hermione and Neville saw a few Slytherins, Presumably Malfoy was the one in th middle but Harry was unsure because when he had turned around, Ron's plate of pudding hit him in the face.

Ron stood up on his chair and broke into song.

"I feel pretty
Oh so pretty
I feel pretty and witty and gay
And I pity
Any girl who isn't me today"

Hermione stared gobsmacked at him.

"I feel charming
Oh so charming
It's alarming how charming I feel
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I'm real
See the pretty girl in that mirror there?
Who can that attractive girl be?
Such a pretty face
Such a pretty dress
Such a pretty smile
Such a pretty me!"

Malfoy fell off his chair laughing his head off.

"I feel stunning
And entrancing
Feel like running
And dancing for joy
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!"

Neville just stared at Ron as Zambini, yes another Slytherin, started talking.

"You know, Weasley's such a nitwit that he didn't even realise the pot says 'Westside Pudding- It Feels Pretty! Eat it and so will you'!!"

malfoy now had tears rollng down his cheeks as he clutched his sides.

Just then, a large boy walked over to the pot and, with his finger, tasted the smallest amount he could.

"Mmmm... Chocolate, Vanilla, Have you met my good friend Maria, I can't...

The craziest girl on the block?
You'll know her the minute you see her
She's the one who is in an advanced state of shock
She thinks she's in love
She thinks she's in Spain
She isn't in love

She's merely insane
It must be the heat
Or some rare disease
Or too much to eat
Or maybe it's fleas
Keep away from her
Send for Chino

This is not the Maria we know
Modest and pure
Polite and refined
Well-bred and mature
And out of her mind!
Miss America, Miss America, speech!
Miss America, bravo, speech!" He finished as the curse broke out on him.

Neville walked out searching for Luna, and the fact that he hated that song but that doesn't matter right now, to find out what was going on.

As he walked into the kitchen, he found Luna sprinkling something on the already cinnamon covered chicken.

"...and a srinkle of powdered sugar!" She said with a florish.

"Err.. Luna? Someone's cursed the Chocolate pudding and well... You better see this" Neville said as he pulled her into the living room.

"I feel pretty
Oh so pretty
That the city should give me its key
A committee
Should be organized to honour me
I feel dizzy
I feel sunny
I feel fizzy and funny and fine
And so pretty
Miss America can just resign
See the pretty girl in that mirror there"

"What mirror, where?"

"Who can that attractive girl be?"

"Which, what, where, whom?"

"Such a pretty face
Such a pretty dress
Such a pretty smile
Such a pretty me!"

There as Ron, in the middle of the room surrounded by five or six boys singing.

"Please stop eating the pudding!" Neville said as the boys started again.

"I feel stunning
And entrancing
Feel like running and dancing for joy
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!" And with that, they finished.

Neville grabbed Ron and pulled him over to Harry and Hermione. Ron shook his head and looked around.

"What happened to my pudding?"

THE END

P.S I need something else as i now have no jobs to do...