FreGeo Strikes Again!!!
A/N: Sequel to Purple Polka Dotted Ping-Pong Paddles From Outer Space, and you have to read that to understand it. But please do read the other one, cuz I like want you to. All characters belong to J. K. Rowling, not me, but you don't have to tell anyone that.
"Alright, let's start. You ready, Ron? Ready, Lee? Get in your position, Harry. And... LIGHTS! CAMERA! ACTION!"
"Hello. My name is Lee Jordan, and I will be the star of this show: The Revenge of the Mighty Quidditch Commentator," said, obviously, Lee. (Let's call him Lee for the story, k?)
"LEE!!! Shut up and say your lines!" yelled George.
"Yeah!" Fred said.
"Lights..." George began.
Hermione nodded.
"Camera..." he directed.
Ron gave the thumbs-up sign.
"Action!"
Lee smiled. "It was a cold and dreary night. The werewolves were prowling around, and anything could happen..."
Fred grinned. Lee had finally stopped goofing off.
George nodded to Lupin, who then let out a howl.
But, as usual, things did not work out exactly as Fred had planned. Neville, who was standing behind Ron break-dancing, was scared by the howl, and jumped, sending Ron and the camera hurling towards the ground.
"Well, I'd say cut, but the camera is broken, so it's not like we're filming, is it?" George said bitterly.
"Sorry," squeaked Neville.
Fred was helping Ron up. "Neville, go away. We hired you to tag along, not break equipment."
"Oh, come on. Give him another chance," reasoned Hermione.
Fred nodded glumly. "Go ahead, George. Lee, start where Lupin left off."
"But the camera's broken!" (That would be Harry and Ron simultaneously.)
George took the camera from Ron. The lens was covered with mud, and the rest was battered. "Well, Neville. This time you can't spend your birthday money on a manicure."
Neville began to cry, but then he wiped away the tears, and ran off to buy a camera.
"Well, let's practice while we're waiting," Fred sighed.
"Go ahead, Lee," George said half-heartedly.
"A werewolf's howl broke the silence. A passing villager trembled. The villager's name was Francine. She was a girl who loved the sunshine and flowers. But tonight, her nightmares would come true..." Lee whispered dramatically.
George smiled. For once, Hermione had picked a great cast.
Alicia Spinnet stepped out from the fake shadows. She let out a dramatic cry.
Everyone waited. And waited. And you know the rest.
"Harry!" Fred yelled.
Harry was busy practicing cartwheels.
"C'mon! This is where you have to fill in for Lupin!" George hissed.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry."
Harry ran onto the set. He mouthed the howl Lupin let out. Then, he jumped into the tree and spun himself down it, landing in front of Lee. He flipped in the air and landed sprawled over a bush.
George gave an expression like a wince that clearly said: You idiot!
Harry grinned sheepishly. "Um... I mean..."
He did a cartwheel backwards and landed in front of Ron.
"Harry, that would be a little close to the camera," Fred said sarcastically, the same expression as George's on his face.
Harry flipped backwards, and finally landed next to Alicia. Ron turned the imaginary camera towards Lee while Harry and Lupin switched places.
"Oh no. You are a werewolf. You are not a happy frog, or a flying butterfly. You are not like my friends," Alicia said.
"Cut. Alicia. Don't. Talk. Like. This."
"This is stupid. Bye," Alicia turned and walked away.
Neville ran up with the camera. "I've got it!"
He had it over his head in a split second.
"You know, I think Harry' Red Cucumber thing might be a good idea," Fred said to George as they walked away.
Harry turned to Ron and Hermione. "Let's go."
They did.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" Neville's cries echoed in the miles of land un-occupied by any living being around him.
A/N: Sequel to Purple Polka Dotted Ping-Pong Paddles From Outer Space, and you have to read that to understand it. But please do read the other one, cuz I like want you to. All characters belong to J. K. Rowling, not me, but you don't have to tell anyone that.
"Alright, let's start. You ready, Ron? Ready, Lee? Get in your position, Harry. And... LIGHTS! CAMERA! ACTION!"
"Hello. My name is Lee Jordan, and I will be the star of this show: The Revenge of the Mighty Quidditch Commentator," said, obviously, Lee. (Let's call him Lee for the story, k?)
"LEE!!! Shut up and say your lines!" yelled George.
"Yeah!" Fred said.
"Lights..." George began.
Hermione nodded.
"Camera..." he directed.
Ron gave the thumbs-up sign.
"Action!"
Lee smiled. "It was a cold and dreary night. The werewolves were prowling around, and anything could happen..."
Fred grinned. Lee had finally stopped goofing off.
George nodded to Lupin, who then let out a howl.
But, as usual, things did not work out exactly as Fred had planned. Neville, who was standing behind Ron break-dancing, was scared by the howl, and jumped, sending Ron and the camera hurling towards the ground.
"Well, I'd say cut, but the camera is broken, so it's not like we're filming, is it?" George said bitterly.
"Sorry," squeaked Neville.
Fred was helping Ron up. "Neville, go away. We hired you to tag along, not break equipment."
"Oh, come on. Give him another chance," reasoned Hermione.
Fred nodded glumly. "Go ahead, George. Lee, start where Lupin left off."
"But the camera's broken!" (That would be Harry and Ron simultaneously.)
George took the camera from Ron. The lens was covered with mud, and the rest was battered. "Well, Neville. This time you can't spend your birthday money on a manicure."
Neville began to cry, but then he wiped away the tears, and ran off to buy a camera.
"Well, let's practice while we're waiting," Fred sighed.
"Go ahead, Lee," George said half-heartedly.
"A werewolf's howl broke the silence. A passing villager trembled. The villager's name was Francine. She was a girl who loved the sunshine and flowers. But tonight, her nightmares would come true..." Lee whispered dramatically.
George smiled. For once, Hermione had picked a great cast.
Alicia Spinnet stepped out from the fake shadows. She let out a dramatic cry.
Everyone waited. And waited. And you know the rest.
"Harry!" Fred yelled.
Harry was busy practicing cartwheels.
"C'mon! This is where you have to fill in for Lupin!" George hissed.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry."
Harry ran onto the set. He mouthed the howl Lupin let out. Then, he jumped into the tree and spun himself down it, landing in front of Lee. He flipped in the air and landed sprawled over a bush.
George gave an expression like a wince that clearly said: You idiot!
Harry grinned sheepishly. "Um... I mean..."
He did a cartwheel backwards and landed in front of Ron.
"Harry, that would be a little close to the camera," Fred said sarcastically, the same expression as George's on his face.
Harry flipped backwards, and finally landed next to Alicia. Ron turned the imaginary camera towards Lee while Harry and Lupin switched places.
"Oh no. You are a werewolf. You are not a happy frog, or a flying butterfly. You are not like my friends," Alicia said.
"Cut. Alicia. Don't. Talk. Like. This."
"This is stupid. Bye," Alicia turned and walked away.
Neville ran up with the camera. "I've got it!"
He had it over his head in a split second.
"You know, I think Harry' Red Cucumber thing might be a good idea," Fred said to George as they walked away.
Harry turned to Ron and Hermione. "Let's go."
They did.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" Neville's cries echoed in the miles of land un-occupied by any living being around him.