Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling, except for Jello and myself.
A/N: My second cliché. I wrote this while having horrible writer's block. I can only hope an idea comes to me while I'm writing. (Thinking… ouch! I never knew this hurt so much! J )
I'm sitting at my computer, next to Jello, Hitting my head with my hand.
Me: Stupid writer's block! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
I hear footsteps at outside my door.
Me: ::muttering:: Nooo, not again!! Help! They're back!
Voice #1: Weeeerrrreee bbbbaaaacccckkkkk!
Me: Help!
Three kids burst into my room. They slide onto their knees and yell their names out.
Kid1: Harry
Kid2: Hermione!
Kid3: And dun dun dun duuuunnnnn! Ron!
Me: ::groan:: Not again! Your four—no, wait, three! Where's Draco?
Harry: Don't ask us, You're writing it!
Me: ::looking sheepish:: Oh yea, no problem!
I snap my fingers and Draco appears in the room, only wearing a towel.
Draco: Hey! I was showering! Could you please atleast put me in something less… revealing?
Hermione collapses into a fit of giggles.
Me: Sure!
I snap my fingers again and Draco's wearing a team rocket outfit, from Pokemon.
Draco: Hey!! Not Funny! Change me now!
Me: Ok, ok. ::sigh:: That was fun though.
I snap my fingers and Draco is now wearing normal clothes.
Harry: Have you noticed we haven't talked in a long time?
Hermione: Yea! I wanna talk!!
Me: ::having a sudden realization:: Hey!!! You guys aren't sposed to be here!! I told you to leave the last time! Out! Now!
Ron: I haven't talked this whole time!! And I'm not leaving! Don't bother to threaten us, you didn't do it last time, you wont do it this time!!
He crosses his arms across his chest defensively.
Me: Oh yea, I forgot about that! Thanks Ron, Now I know what to write about!!
Ron: ::goes very pale:: No! I didn't mean it! Nooo!
H/HP/D: SOCKO
Ron: @_@ (unconscious)
Me: Now leave! I am now satisfied I have a good idea! I can write! WAHAHAHAHA!!!!
I snap my fingers one more times and they are gone from my room.
A/N: Just some things I would like to point out, self-consciously for the matter:
- I don't know how to snap my fingers. Go ahead, laugh, I don't care. But I'm pretending I do, Ok?
- All my cliché's always seem to end with me saying WAHAHAHAHA, don't they?
- Ron always seems to end up unconscious…..