A/N: akays, i was in math (aren't i always in math when inspiration hits...wonder why??? ^---^) and i thought...wouldn't it be funny if there really WAS a ghost who lived in the shrieking shack? so i wrote it, and here it is. Thanks to all METMA (Muggles for Equal Treatment of Magical Articles) members! YAY! and if you haven't joined yet, its only 2 sickles, you'll get your very own badge. Its for a good cause-- all those poor, mistreated magical objects out there!!
Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter stuff. I do own my sexy bracelet, my thumb ring, and 5 barenaked ladies CD's!!! I also own METMA! VIVA METMA!
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All I ever wanted was immortality. When I was child, for those horrible "What do i want to be when i grow up" essays that English teachers seem to adore, I would write phrases like "Have a perfume named after me, 'Eu de Sexy Mary' would be a cute name..." or "Be remembered forever---a statue would be nice!". I was completely obsessed with living forever!! I wouldn't go on roller coasters for fear of death, and I wouldn't eat school cafeteria food for the same reason. [[A/N: You know what i'm talking bout here...at a school not far from mine, some kids got sick cuz another kid poisoned the salsa! i'm not kidding!!]]
So when I got run over by a mad, rabid hippogriff and became a ghost, I was ecstatic! Now, I WOULD "live" forever--and get to annoy people at the same time! (I was always rather good at that...or so my ex-boyfriend said...) I received my asssignment of a old building in Hogsmeade one fine day and began to dream of terrorizing the public.
I couldn't believe it when I found out I had to share the shack with a werewolf! A WEREWOLF! He made a frightful mess of the place, the git! Ripped the furniture, howled terriblly---it was awful! He was INVADING my JOB! Helloooo! PERSONAL SPACE!!! I had waited a long time to be a ghost, and damned if a mere werewolf was going to take it from me!! The villagers were afraid of the Shrieking Shack....they thought it was haunted. But I knew, I KNEW, that the sounds they were hearing weren't from me, but from the werewolf.
I tried to cheer myself up...I dropped pudding-filled balloons on people's heads, I even got lessons on creating mayhem from Peeves. But no matter what I did, the people didn't wet themselves in fear of me, but for the stinking, flea-bitten, bugger.
It was more than I could take. Last torturous, smelly, awful full moon, I just snapped. I packed my bags and left the shack. I traveled to the nearest shop and stole my supplies, and then returned.
And dammit, if flea powder and a muzzle don't help things, than I just don't know WHAT i'll do!!!
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A/N: HAHA! poor ghostie! I'm in suuuch a good mood, cuz its winter break!!!! and i went on a field trip today, and it was sooo much fun, we went to see the grinch and go to the mall. so, anyway, join METMA, guys! If you do, I need your e-mail! kays? well, everyone, REVIEW! If you don't, you too will be forced to live with a smelly, flea-bitten werewolf!
Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter stuff. I do own my sexy bracelet, my thumb ring, and 5 barenaked ladies CD's!!! I also own METMA! VIVA METMA!
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All I ever wanted was immortality. When I was child, for those horrible "What do i want to be when i grow up" essays that English teachers seem to adore, I would write phrases like "Have a perfume named after me, 'Eu de Sexy Mary' would be a cute name..." or "Be remembered forever---a statue would be nice!". I was completely obsessed with living forever!! I wouldn't go on roller coasters for fear of death, and I wouldn't eat school cafeteria food for the same reason. [[A/N: You know what i'm talking bout here...at a school not far from mine, some kids got sick cuz another kid poisoned the salsa! i'm not kidding!!]]
So when I got run over by a mad, rabid hippogriff and became a ghost, I was ecstatic! Now, I WOULD "live" forever--and get to annoy people at the same time! (I was always rather good at that...or so my ex-boyfriend said...) I received my asssignment of a old building in Hogsmeade one fine day and began to dream of terrorizing the public.
I couldn't believe it when I found out I had to share the shack with a werewolf! A WEREWOLF! He made a frightful mess of the place, the git! Ripped the furniture, howled terriblly---it was awful! He was INVADING my JOB! Helloooo! PERSONAL SPACE!!! I had waited a long time to be a ghost, and damned if a mere werewolf was going to take it from me!! The villagers were afraid of the Shrieking Shack....they thought it was haunted. But I knew, I KNEW, that the sounds they were hearing weren't from me, but from the werewolf.
I tried to cheer myself up...I dropped pudding-filled balloons on people's heads, I even got lessons on creating mayhem from Peeves. But no matter what I did, the people didn't wet themselves in fear of me, but for the stinking, flea-bitten, bugger.
It was more than I could take. Last torturous, smelly, awful full moon, I just snapped. I packed my bags and left the shack. I traveled to the nearest shop and stole my supplies, and then returned.
And dammit, if flea powder and a muzzle don't help things, than I just don't know WHAT i'll do!!!
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A/N: HAHA! poor ghostie! I'm in suuuch a good mood, cuz its winter break!!!! and i went on a field trip today, and it was sooo much fun, we went to see the grinch and go to the mall. so, anyway, join METMA, guys! If you do, I need your e-mail! kays? well, everyone, REVIEW! If you don't, you too will be forced to live with a smelly, flea-bitten werewolf!