Me no own, you know sue. This is a brithday fic for RvenclawsomeMom, and my first attempt at all dialauge.
"POTTER!"
"Ohhh, she's using last names. Someone's in trrrrrrrrrrrroubllllllllllll le..."
"Yes, Lily-love?"
"Don't you 'Lily-love' me, you bloody berk!"
"Oooooh, Jamsie-poo's in trrrrrrrrroub – ow!"
"Shut up, Sirius."
"My lips are sealed, Flower. But you know, if I'd known it would result in synchronized slapping, I never would've gotten the two of you toge – OW! Yes, Lily, shutting up, sir."
"Wow, Sirius, you said 'synchronized'. I didn't know you knew any polysyllabic words."
"..."
"It means 'more than one syllable'."
"..."
"You know how you used to *cough* still *cough* sound out your words with claps?"
"Yes – Moon – ny?"
"A syllable is one clap. 'Polysyllabic' means more than one clap."
"..."
"Do I need to make it simpler? Is it too hawd fow Siwius to un–dew–stand?"
"...Shut up, Moony."
"Nah, I don't think I wi – Ow! Yes, Lily, shutting up, Lily."
"Potter, what is this?"
"Well, my dearest Petal, it appears to be your skirt."
"And?"
"And...? Lily, darling, it's just one of your school skirts."
"Just one of my – ha – JUST one of my school skirts! Potter, this happens to be the skirt I've been wearing ALL. DAY. LONG!"
"Well, love, I'm not saying you don't look much better without it, and I know we have our own private Common Room, but Sirius and Remus are here, and – ow! Yes, Lily, I know you're wearing pajama pan – Ow! Yes, Lily, shutting up now, love."
"And what, pray tell, is written on the back of my skirt?"
"..."
"..."
"OW! I thought I was supposed to shut up!"
"What. Does it say. On the back. Of my. Skirt?"
"Why can't you read it yourself? You're the sma – No! Please don't hit me again – it says 'Property of James Potter'?!"
"Uh, huh."
"Lily, my darling, my dearest Petal, I swear, I didn't do that."
"Sure, you didn't."
"Lily, love, I promise I had nothing to do with that!"
"You know, I walked around in that skirt all day without knowing my boyfriend had apparently claimed me with sparkling red letters on my arse."
"I'm really sorry, Lily – I don't kn – mhmm... Did you just kiss me?"
"I never said I had an issue wit everyone knowing I'm yours, James – I'd just prefer you do it in another way – and tell me first, please? That way I can at least object and threaten, if needed."
"But, Lily, I really didn – mhmm... Okay, I'll admit to anything if you keep doing that."
"I'll remember that, Ja – mhmm..."
"Great! Now they're snogging! You know, if I'd known I'd have to see them snogging, I never would've done this."
"Wait, you did this?"
"Well, duh, Moony – do you think that Prongs would ever have the bits to risk his relationship with Flower?"
"But... why?"
"James told me that they always have more fun when they're making up after a fight."
"...Ew."
"Plus, I needed some entertainment – did you see the look on Snivellous's face? OOH! MOONY! MOONYMOONYMOONY! I used a pomylylicic – solypillimic – polyzizmamic... ME SAY BIG WORD!"
"Good job, Padfoot, but, um, don't you think we should be leaving now? I really don't want to see anymore of James and Lily 'making up'."
"Oh, ew, gross, let's go. I wonder what they'll do tomorrow – I think I've figured out how to make it permanent, so it'll never, ever, ever come off, and I'm gonna write 'I heart Potter's Broomstick'!"
"So you're going to make her look like a member of his fan club."
"Uh, huh!"
"You do realize she'll kill you if she figures out you've been doing this."
"No, she won't, 'cause then she'll have to apologize to James, and he told me they have almost as much fun apologizing as they do making up!"
"...Ew"
"Speaking of which, you need to apologize to me."
"I do? For what?"
"For insulating I'm stupid!"
"...Do you mean 'insinuating'?"
"...Shut up, Moony."
"..."
"Stop smirking at me! You still need to apologize!"
"..."
"Pwease, Rwemy? It'll be fun..."
"...Fine."
"Yay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay–"
"Sirius, 'yay' does not have nine syllables. It's monosyllabic."
"...?"
"One clap."
"Ooohhh..."
"You honestly couldn't figure that one out?"
"Stop insinuating me!"
"...You mean 'insulting'?"
"...Moony, just shut up and come apologize to me."
"With pleas – mhmm..."
...And end with the snogging! That's what "mhmm" means, if you hadn't figured it out.
Happy birthday, Mom. I hope you liked it.
Hey! The rest of you peep! Review? Please?
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