Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If you thought for even a single second that I do, have, or ever will, you need to see a shrink. Badly. As in right now.
NOTE: This story is part of a mini-series that I will work on when I have the time and I'm not all bogged down from independent projects and homework from school.
Hope you like!!!
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"Run Fred!"
"Filch!"
The twins ran screaming down the hallway, knocking down random dusty suits of armor.
Really though, shouldn't they stop screaming? Filch may be a squib, but he does have ears trained by years of being the vicious caretaker…
xXxXxXx The Next Day xXxXxXx
"Heh-Heh. Getting that detention from Filch yesterday for being out after curfew was totally worth it, Oh Brother of Mine. Prepare for H-E-Double-Hockey-Stick Ronniekins."
"George?"
"Yes?"
"What's a hockey stick anyway?"
"Dunno… maybe it's a muggle weapon."
"…Ah. Potion almost done?"
"It's ready for the last ingredient."
"Suddenly the potion violently exploded, coating them both in a lilac-pinkish colored powdery substance that could be compared closely to baby powder."
"Um, Trewalley WTF are you doing here?"
"Being physic and predicting your future."
"Riiiiiiiiiiiight."
"May I continue, please? If you're done?"
"….Suuuuuuuuuuure. Go ahead."
"Then the Weasley Twins both fell in love with Mrs. Norris, who happened to be passing by. She turned out to actually be an animagus hermaphrodite named….."
"Er…"
"Why'd ya stop?"
"Dramatic effect."
"Oh.
"Continue on then."
"Right, …….Princess-Not-So-Totally-Cool-And-Defenitley-Not-Awesome-Tibby-Wibbleness-Wobbley-Creepy -And-Way-Too-Freakishly-Happy-Bitch-With-A-Smashed-Cow's-Face."
xXxXxXx The End xXxXxXx
P.S. – She really was physic.
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NOT!
Haha, you were really disturbed for a second there, weren't you, huh Person-Reading-This-Odd-FanFiction-Whose-Name-And-Identity-That-I-Do-Not-Know-And-Most-Likely-Never-Will?
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