Harry Potter in 100 words or less.

Snape's deafening entrance silenced the entire classroom. He scanned over everyone, and immediately focused his glare on Harry.

"Open your books to page 426," he announced to the class.

"Blimey, Harry!" cried Ron in disgust, staring at his book. "We're going to learn how to grind hippogriff testicles! They've got pictures and everything!"

"Oh shut it, Ron!" squealed Hermione. "You are so immature!"

Harry paid no attention to the argument that ensued. He sat staring at the bleak cellar walls. Truth was he hadn't been able to focus on his wizardly studies lately. Reason? Voldemort.