An Unpredictable Year (Completed)

Chapter 21

"Logan?" I ask, walking into Michael and Logan's room. "Mikey?"

"Go away." Michael complains, rolling over in his bed.

"Fine... I'll just go wake up Bryan myself." I say with an overdramatic sigh. That got them to shoot right up in their beds.

"What have you got planned?" Logan asks eagerly. I just smile and walk back out of their room into mine. I look at the clock. 6:05. Perfect.

I grab out all the supplies that I prepared the night before. A speaker, blue hair dye, a sharpie, and a camera. I head back into Logan and Michael's room to see them waiting eagerly. I throw the sharpie at Michael and the hair dye at Logan.

"Logan, I think you know what to do with that. Then grab this camera and record Michael, which will be timed amazingly well so that when Michael finishes, I blast Beans through the whole house waking up everyone with a great upbeat song. Michael you are to write 'happy 18th'." I say, smiling. Michael and Logan smirk, before we all take off. I plug in the speaker in Bryan's room, while Logan goes to dispose of the hair dye. Michael waits impatiently. Logan gets back and turns off the camera giving Michael the go ahead.

"Happy birthday, Bryan." Michael tells the camera, before he turns towards Bryan and bends over his body, writing on Bryan's forehead. I turn up the sound and get Beans ready so alls I have to do is push play. Michael stands up, turning to face us and looks to me. I hit play and sounds pours out of the speakers instantly.

"When they say every flavour they mean every flavour
Put you hand in who knows what you're getting
Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans
They are a risk with every mouthful"

"Turn that horrible sound off." Bryan hides his head under his pillow and I only laugh.

"There's lettuce, and onion, and every kind of cheese you'd ever eat and some you wouldn't, and peanut flavour too
There's also chips, and pizza, and earwax flavour, there's even something that looks suspiciously like pepper
Strawberry, and almond, pork, and half-baked cake, there's also plastic, and ink of every kind of colour
There's tomato, and radish, and egg, and grass, and watermelon. Watch out for the brown ones – 'could be mud or chocolate too or even...

When they say every flavour they mean every flavour
Put you hand in who knows what you're getting
Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans
They are a risk with every mouthful"

"Make it stop!" Dylan complains.

"Flour, and carrot – steamed or fried or both, or maybe toffee if you're lucky ('cause the ochre ones could be anything)
There's gravel, and salad, and fish, and beef, and pasta sauce with bacon and olives, and a cauldron full of frogs eyes
And there's liver, and tripe, and spice, and all things nice, there's also rubber, and mint, and the sticky stuff you find at the back of cupboards.

Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans!
3 sickles Harry! Let's buy some!

When they say every flavour they mean every flavour
Put you hand in who knows what you're getting
Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans
They are a risk with every mouthful

Coleslaw, and cracker, and hot waffles with jam, there's also caviar, and pigeon, and Peter picked a peck of pickled peppers
And green ones you'd only try if you're Godric Gryffindor with your eyes closed when you're much too sick to smell anything
And cocoa, and milk, and chilli sauce, and Branston pickle. You could try that grey one – but rather you than me 'cause I'm a Slytherin.

When they say every flavour they mean every flavour
Put you hand in who knows what you're getting
Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans
They are a risk with every mouthful