Snape landed on the sidewalk.
Layna stared.
Snape started to disco.
Layna looked confused.
Her brother Tevan and I laughed.
It was almost an ordinary Saturday, but not quite. The reason why ought to be rather obvious. I was at LaynaÕs house, and we were going to wander around aimlessly, talking, when Tevan came running out of the house for an unknown reason, and Snape landed on the sidewalk.
Snape conjured a bottle of Snapple out of nowhere, and gave it to a nearby purple goat.
The goat looked aggravated, and shouted something in Goat.
This time, we all looked confused.
The goat shouted again, ÒHelp! IÕm really Hilary Duff! Get me out of here!!!Ó
Layna and Snape immediately went over and tried to free Hilary, who looked rather taken aback that they had reacted so suddenly. The goat said, ÒNah, just jokinÕ with you! IÕm not really Hilary Duff, IÕm merely a very intelligent goat!Ó
Snape snatched his Snapple back and fashioned his hair into a mohawk using it as hair gel.
J. R. R. Tolkien appeared out of thin air and fell over laughing when he saw Snape. Soon Victoria was upon him with a piece of paper and pen, demanding an autograph. Tolkien looked intimidated and said, ÒUm....look at the time! Got to run, IÕm out of generic orange soda!Ó
OK, maybe it wasnÕt even CLOSE to an ordinary Saturday. My feeling of this became even more pronounced when Medar rode by on a flying pig, yelling, ÒCome on, nice North-South sound!Ó
We all collapsed at this, even Victoria, who, I was certain, had no idea what we were laughing about, as she had been intent on where Tolkien had gone.
Just then, Harry, Ron, and Hermione ran into LaynaÕs yard. They were wearing Elvis wigs and singing something about Sherlock Holmes. Snape said, ÒExcellent! Other sensible people!Ó and promptly joined their nonsensical song, still discoing.
ÒRiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight,Ó I said. This was most definitely a far-from-ordinary Saturday, and it just might get stranger.
Disclaimer: I donÕt own Snape, Harry, Ron, Hermione, or Sherlock Holmes. I donÕt own Hilary Duff, Layna, Tevan, Victoria, Medar, or Tolkien, either, as itÕs rather hard to own real people. I also donÕt own Elvis or his hair. However (finally), I do own myself.
A/N: Yes, I know it makes absolutely no sense, but IÕm proud of it, and I know some of you like nonsense, too! If you have questions about who anyone in here is (which I would completely understand), just post them in your review and IÕll try to answer them.
Layna stared.
Snape started to disco.
Layna looked confused.
Her brother Tevan and I laughed.
It was almost an ordinary Saturday, but not quite. The reason why ought to be rather obvious. I was at LaynaÕs house, and we were going to wander around aimlessly, talking, when Tevan came running out of the house for an unknown reason, and Snape landed on the sidewalk.
Snape conjured a bottle of Snapple out of nowhere, and gave it to a nearby purple goat.
The goat looked aggravated, and shouted something in Goat.
This time, we all looked confused.
The goat shouted again, ÒHelp! IÕm really Hilary Duff! Get me out of here!!!Ó
Layna and Snape immediately went over and tried to free Hilary, who looked rather taken aback that they had reacted so suddenly. The goat said, ÒNah, just jokinÕ with you! IÕm not really Hilary Duff, IÕm merely a very intelligent goat!Ó
Snape snatched his Snapple back and fashioned his hair into a mohawk using it as hair gel.
J. R. R. Tolkien appeared out of thin air and fell over laughing when he saw Snape. Soon Victoria was upon him with a piece of paper and pen, demanding an autograph. Tolkien looked intimidated and said, ÒUm....look at the time! Got to run, IÕm out of generic orange soda!Ó
OK, maybe it wasnÕt even CLOSE to an ordinary Saturday. My feeling of this became even more pronounced when Medar rode by on a flying pig, yelling, ÒCome on, nice North-South sound!Ó
We all collapsed at this, even Victoria, who, I was certain, had no idea what we were laughing about, as she had been intent on where Tolkien had gone.
Just then, Harry, Ron, and Hermione ran into LaynaÕs yard. They were wearing Elvis wigs and singing something about Sherlock Holmes. Snape said, ÒExcellent! Other sensible people!Ó and promptly joined their nonsensical song, still discoing.
ÒRiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight,Ó I said. This was most definitely a far-from-ordinary Saturday, and it just might get stranger.
Disclaimer: I donÕt own Snape, Harry, Ron, Hermione, or Sherlock Holmes. I donÕt own Hilary Duff, Layna, Tevan, Victoria, Medar, or Tolkien, either, as itÕs rather hard to own real people. I also donÕt own Elvis or his hair. However (finally), I do own myself.
A/N: Yes, I know it makes absolutely no sense, but IÕm proud of it, and I know some of you like nonsense, too! If you have questions about who anyone in here is (which I would completely understand), just post them in your review and IÕll try to answer them.