Alrighty, presenting my first ever poem fanfic. I apologize if my rhyming is a bit off, but yeah, so here goes:

Hairbrush Advetnure

Twas a random night in the Gryffindor Common Room,
And not a creature was stirring – except Crookshanks,
Who was skillfully hiding Hermione’s hairbrush
Under a sofa in the corner of the room.

As expected, she awoke with horrible bed hair,
And went searching for her sparkly purple brush.
She walked graciously down the Girl’s Dorm Stairs,
And saw Harry and Ron sitting there, looking flushed.

“What’s wrong?” she asked of the bespectacled one.
He replied “It’s the teachers, they’ve all gone nuts.
Dyed their hair purple, started speaking in tounges,
And worshipping the Evil Lotus”

“Oh no” said Hermione, concerned for their plight,
“Have either of you seen my hairbrush?”
At the mention of the word hairbrush Ron took flight,
Diving on top of the cubboard in quite a big rush.

“Ewwwwwww” he cried with digust,
“There’s this purple fuzzy pumpkin and tuna stuff
Up here – it’s gross and it smells really bad,
Worse than Fred’s old sweat socks!”

Hermione’s reaction was masked by a commotion outside,
They ran over to the window to see what made that noise,
And saw Lotus and Cassirin standing en guarde
Wands at the ready, preparing to strike.

“I make better juice than you Lotus” cried Cass.
“Na-ah, with my army of teachers I make the best” cried Lotus.
“Oh well, prepare to kiss my (insert word that rhymes with Cass here)”
And they battled for the prize of champion juicer.

THE END.