A/N: Weird. My first humor fic. o.O I write angst... Odd, that. I like
this. But then, I have a very sick sense of humor. Please review. I am
insecure about my work. I like to see my little review counter go up. I
have a deal to make!
You review mine, I review yours. Deal?
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Well, I own this. *glares and threatens to set Ilia on anyone who steals it.* Mine. Go away. Ok, fine. I also own my pretty dress. I like my pretty dress. You know those little blue with white trim 'sailor suit' dresses? Well... *blushes* I like my dress. *glomps dress* Sorry... I'm hyper.
"Ok! Lets do it."
"Padfoot! No! I'm not ready. I have the dangerous bit of work. I have to scare McGonagall. She is a teacher!"
"Mr. Prongs thinks that Mr. Wormtail is a very brave rat. Mr. Prongs feels sad about what he must do next."
"Hey! Mr. Moony thinks that Messrs. Padfoot and Prongs should be ashamed of themselves for shoving Mr. Wormtail down the stairs like that."
"Yeah, yeah yeah. Spare us the lecture Moony."
"Sirius!"
"Moony!"
"Sirius."
"Moony?"
"Argle. Mr. Prongs must say, Moony, you have a fine glare of death! You could rival McTeacher."
"Mr. Padfoot agrees and thinks it is a lot funnier when the glare-ee is Mr. Prongs. Eeep! Moony, no!"
"Are you quite finished?"
"Yes Moony."
"Yes Moony."
"Is Mr. Wormtail alright?"
"Yes he is. Hey, Remus, thanks."
"Mr. Moony bows to you."
"Yes he does. Providing Mr. Padfoot with a lovely view of his bum, I must say!"
"Ouch! Sirius, old friend, that must have hurt!"
"Astute of you. Did you mean to do that?"
"If I hadn't meant to, it wouldn't have happened."
"Ah."
"Ah."
"Ah."
"Ah.?
"Yes. Ah."
"Ah... Damn! You got me doing it!"
"What is all this racket?"
"Run!!! McGonagall!"
"As I said, astute of you my dear boy!"
"C'mon! Faster Wormy!"
"I'm trying!"
"Whew. That was close. Thank Godric for your cloak!"
"Mr. Prongs hears Mr. Padfoot's compliment and thanks him."
"Would you guys be quiet so we can get some sleep?"
"Yes Moony."
"Yes Moony."
"Yes Mommy."
"SIRIUS!"
You review mine, I review yours. Deal?
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Well, I own this. *glares and threatens to set Ilia on anyone who steals it.* Mine. Go away. Ok, fine. I also own my pretty dress. I like my pretty dress. You know those little blue with white trim 'sailor suit' dresses? Well... *blushes* I like my dress. *glomps dress* Sorry... I'm hyper.
"Ok! Lets do it."
"Padfoot! No! I'm not ready. I have the dangerous bit of work. I have to scare McGonagall. She is a teacher!"
"Mr. Prongs thinks that Mr. Wormtail is a very brave rat. Mr. Prongs feels sad about what he must do next."
"Hey! Mr. Moony thinks that Messrs. Padfoot and Prongs should be ashamed of themselves for shoving Mr. Wormtail down the stairs like that."
"Yeah, yeah yeah. Spare us the lecture Moony."
"Sirius!"
"Moony!"
"Sirius."
"Moony?"
"Argle. Mr. Prongs must say, Moony, you have a fine glare of death! You could rival McTeacher."
"Mr. Padfoot agrees and thinks it is a lot funnier when the glare-ee is Mr. Prongs. Eeep! Moony, no!"
"Are you quite finished?"
"Yes Moony."
"Yes Moony."
"Is Mr. Wormtail alright?"
"Yes he is. Hey, Remus, thanks."
"Mr. Moony bows to you."
"Yes he does. Providing Mr. Padfoot with a lovely view of his bum, I must say!"
"Ouch! Sirius, old friend, that must have hurt!"
"Astute of you. Did you mean to do that?"
"If I hadn't meant to, it wouldn't have happened."
"Ah."
"Ah."
"Ah."
"Ah.?
"Yes. Ah."
"Ah... Damn! You got me doing it!"
"What is all this racket?"
"Run!!! McGonagall!"
"As I said, astute of you my dear boy!"
"C'mon! Faster Wormy!"
"I'm trying!"
"Whew. That was close. Thank Godric for your cloak!"
"Mr. Prongs hears Mr. Padfoot's compliment and thanks him."
"Would you guys be quiet so we can get some sleep?"
"Yes Moony."
"Yes Moony."
"Yes Mommy."
"SIRIUS!"