Okay, this is actually a new kinda thing for me. It's kinda happy compared to my other story…
Summary: Just what happens when a Marauder gets a hold of an inflatable ball?
Disclaimer: I wish I owned The Marauders…but sadly I don't…I also don't want to go to court so please don't sue me or somesuch.
Author(ess): Melodey70
You'll notice that I never use names. So here's a kinda key to them.
He: Is the Marauder with the ball, and girl friend.
He: Is the one who doesn't normally study but is anyway.
He: Is the genius that popped the ball.
She: Is His girlfriend.
I doubt that clears anything up, but if I make another chapter I will put an official key, with names.
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A Maraudery Collection
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Chapter One: Inflatable Insanity
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Up. Down. Up. Down. Over, and over. Why doesn't he get annoyed be the bloody repetition?
"How long do you plan on doing that?" I ask him, watching the ball go up and down continuously.
"'Til I drive you insane," he answers simply.
"Gee, thanks…" I reply. I try to focus on studying.
"No prob," he tells me, grinning.
Probably realizes it's working.
"Do you have to do that?" His girlfriend shouts. I honestly have no clue how he convinced her to go out with him.
"He's trying to drive me insane!" I inform her.
"Well, it's driving me nuts, so knock it off!" Our friend says. Amazingly he's studying.
"All the more reason to keep bouncing the ball," he replies cheekily.
For a moment the only noise is the rhythmic 'plat, plat, plat' of the ball. Suddenly there's a loud 'pop.'
I look up to see the fourth member of our group standing proudly, having just popped the accursed ball.
FINALLY! Some peace and quiet!
"Thank you!" She shouts from her spot in the corner.
"What was that for?" He exclaims.
"It was annoying," he states.
He pouts for a moment before tackling him. Soon, he's involved. I set my book down, knowing I'm next. My friends don't disappoint me.
She just rolls her eyes and shakes her head. But we all know she prefers this to our pranks.
Somehow we roll over next to her; he disentangles himself and begins kissing her. The rest of us jump back from them.
He makes a cross with his two pointer fingers, and begins backing away, "I'm clean!"
He covers his eyes and stumbles back to our table.
I just smile and look away, knowing it's better than their old arguments.
Just another day in the life of a Marauder…Insert Border Thingy-Ma-Bob Here
And that's the end of that story. I hope someone enjoyed that. Please review or flame, your pick…BYE!