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BanaBatGirl 
"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?
Stupid mop.
Yeah he is so blaming the mop. It wasnt like it was his rear end that was causing the drag. Or that it had a handle harder than his head.
He nursed the sore spot with one hand as he grabbed the mop irritably with the other. As he glared at the mop, he could hear...
Giggling? he thought as he turned to look at where it was coming from.
And there was the Hufflepuff Champion, having such a good fit of the giggles at his expense.
"Bah! Lets see you try something better Fletcher!" he growled back, although he hated to admit that Fletcher has already done something better-- he got off the ground, even if it was just 3 feet high.
Salander started to mount his mop once again, trying to ignore the GlitterPuff who now was in such a fit of laughter he fell on the ground. He turned his head to yell back something snarky when just at the perfect moment, Fletcher's mop landed on his head, soggy strings and all.
Who was laughing now? He was!
Mwahahahaha!!!
"Lookin' good Fletcher!" Salander guffawed back and gave a double thumbs up. Then pretending to see people coming up behind the Hufflepuff he mock pointed
"Oh look, photographers from the Daily Prophet. Say Cheese Fletch!" he beamed as he mounted his mop quickly and pushed off, half flying, half dragging the mop across the greens.