Disclaimer: I own nothing. I wish I did, but I don't. Should I make this
longer? I mean who even reads these things? I do, but that's because some
are funny, while others just say stupid stuff. This is getting dumb huh?
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I have all these weird little conversations with myself in which the HP characters do little skits, and since my brain is exploding with them I'm writing them down.
It's random weirdness like my other crap.
Don't care if you flame me. These are made to be dumb and short.
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*Harry and Draco are staring at clouds and thinking deep stuff. Yeah right . . . deep*
Draco: Harry?
Harry: Yes Draco?
Draco: You ever wonder why there are so many flower names in our little world.
Harry: I don't think there's that many.
Draco: Oh yeah! There's your mom Lily, that pug-faced pooch Pansy, my mom Narcissa . . .
Harry: Yeah, but your mom spells it differently than the flower.
Draco: Shut up while I'm talking. There's Poppy the nurse, Basil. . .
Harry: Basil isn't a flower! Who is he again?
Draco: The portkey manager in the fourth book.
Harry: Oh.
Draco: Anyway, Petunia your aunt, Olive Hornby.
Harry: An olive is not a flower MORON!!! And who's that anyway.
Draco: I'm not a moron. They laughed at moaning Myrtle when she was alive.
Harry: How do you know Myrtle?
Draco: Walked into the girls' room a few weeks ago.
Harry: Any more?
Draco: I can't think of any.
Harry: That's only five.
Draco: Not uh, that's seven.
Harry: I told you basil is something you put in food to make it taste better and an olive is a veggie.
Draco: So what. I guess J.K. when trippin' in some magic garden when she thought up all these names.
Harry: You shouldn't be mean to her. I mean she created you. Besides could you see J.K. smoking dope?
Draco: Now that you mention it, no. Though I could see this author trippin'. I mean she wrote this crap.
~*~
I have all these weird little conversations with myself in which the HP characters do little skits, and since my brain is exploding with them I'm writing them down.
It's random weirdness like my other crap.
Don't care if you flame me. These are made to be dumb and short.
~*~
*Harry and Draco are staring at clouds and thinking deep stuff. Yeah right . . . deep*
Draco: Harry?
Harry: Yes Draco?
Draco: You ever wonder why there are so many flower names in our little world.
Harry: I don't think there's that many.
Draco: Oh yeah! There's your mom Lily, that pug-faced pooch Pansy, my mom Narcissa . . .
Harry: Yeah, but your mom spells it differently than the flower.
Draco: Shut up while I'm talking. There's Poppy the nurse, Basil. . .
Harry: Basil isn't a flower! Who is he again?
Draco: The portkey manager in the fourth book.
Harry: Oh.
Draco: Anyway, Petunia your aunt, Olive Hornby.
Harry: An olive is not a flower MORON!!! And who's that anyway.
Draco: I'm not a moron. They laughed at moaning Myrtle when she was alive.
Harry: How do you know Myrtle?
Draco: Walked into the girls' room a few weeks ago.
Harry: Any more?
Draco: I can't think of any.
Harry: That's only five.
Draco: Not uh, that's seven.
Harry: I told you basil is something you put in food to make it taste better and an olive is a veggie.
Draco: So what. I guess J.K. when trippin' in some magic garden when she thought up all these names.
Harry: You shouldn't be mean to her. I mean she created you. Besides could you see J.K. smoking dope?
Draco: Now that you mention it, no. Though I could see this author trippin'. I mean she wrote this crap.