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Thoughts

Authors note

Normal talking/actions.

A/N: Okay, so here's the deal. You should read my other story, Fun ways to irk Inheritance characters, before reading this one but it isn't a requirement. Basically, I'll be doing what was on those lists in this story. I'll continue that one too, so don't worry about that. I'll do them all in order ex. Murtagh, then Angela, then Eragon, you get the idea. So, without further ado, here's the story.

Tameera sighed.

"What to do, what to do… Annoy my siblings, check, Finish every single video game in the house, check, Annoy my friends, check, Re-read all my books for the 4th time, check, Annoy the characters in Inheritance, che...Wait a second."

And with that, and a poof of blue smoke (do not forget that this is total nonsense), Tameera entered Alagaesia. Oh snap, this ought to be good.

Let me get one thing clear before this begins. The time era is right after Brisingr and the characters are all in their respective places. Therefore, I suppose you could say this is my version of book 4. Whatever. On with the fic.

Murtagh was peacefully skulking emo-ishly in a corner, when suddenly, with a large and cliché "BANG" and a whole lot of color changing smoke, a 13 year old girl with light brown hair and grey/blue eyes appeared, grinning nastily.

"Hiya Murty. I'm here to make your life a nightmare. See you around".

And with that and quite a bit more smoke she was gone, leaving behind an extremely confused, and slightly afraid Murtagh

Dye everything possible (hair, dragon, sword, clothing etc.), a hideously bright shade of neon pink. Or orange. Or purple. You get the idea.

Murtagh got up and started his normal morning routine. (Whatever that is because cp hasn't given us any insight on Murtagh but hey, ANYWAYS.)Walking across his room to the wardrobe, he opened it, fully expecting uniform black. Instead, his retinas were scarred by the sight of horribly bright neon. Everything was pink, orange, or an ugly shade of purple that he would NEVER wear. But he had to. And to make matters worse, each article of clothing was a different color. Therefore, Murtagh was forced to wear orange pants, a pink shirt, and purple boots.

As he came out of the room, he failed to notice that his hair was also green, a fact not lost on Tameera, who was waiting in the kitchen of uru'baen.

Tell him he's a depressed creepy traitor nobody likes. Watch him either crumple in despair or turn into a spaz.

"MURTAGH! You traitorous scum! The varden helped you, how could you do this to them?" she yelled as he slunk into the room. Naturally, this had some affect. Tameera watched in interest as he turned a shade of red to envy Vernon dursley.

*One enormous tantrum that involved much ranting later*

3. If he has a spaz, wait until he's finished and then nod slowly. Say "yes, you definitely need anger management counseling" and walk away.

Murtagh watched, shocked, as Tameera left the room humming something that sounded suspiciously like banana phone.

4. Get thorn to run away and laugh at the murtys reaction. (I'll just let you imagine that scenario)

Tameera walked into wherever they kept the dragons. She couldn't wait to see the coolest dragon in Alagaesia! There, yawning in the corner was Thorn. Without a second thought, Tameera walked right up to him and said/thought"Want to play a prank on Murty?"

She watched with some amusement as the ruby dragon jumped up and hit its head on the ceiling. After introductions were made, it turned out thorn would be happy to help. Nobody really came near him and he was really bored. Poor thorn.

After reassuring him that she'd get him a dead cow as soon as possible, Thorn flew somewhere far away and Tameera, snickering to herself, went back inside, probably to do something horrible that I really shouldn't mention. Ahem. Anyways… 2 Hours later, Murty was heard screaming "where the #%#%^^& is my $%%#-ing dragon!

5. Call him Murty relentlessly.

"Hey murty, I like your hair." said Tameera cheerfully. Murtagh had finally noticed his hair, and, needless to say, was not pleased.

"Go away"

"But Murty, I'm your friend! Don't be so mean to your friends Murty!"

"Are you the devil?"

"I don't think I should answer that Murty"

"Please stop calling me that" .

"Why Murty? Don't you like your name?"

(Insert sobbing here)

A/N: Well, how was it? And I'm fully aware that this is a lot like The One Called Demetra's fanfiction, but she deleted that, so I thought I'd fill in the gap created by it. I really liked that fanfiction, just for the record.