A/N: Hello, All! Just got back from the Outer Banks! And I got this uber cute shirt that says: In real life I'm a Pirate . And I just finished watching he movie: The Patriot, and I thought it was immensely sad when Heath Ledgers character died. Someone tell me, why do the hot guys ALWAYS die?

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Okay, I'll stop. Aw, this story is 10 chapters old today!

HAPPY CHAPTER DAY!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my mind

Summary: I can't believe it has come down to this. Have I actually sunken this low? I, the supreme, evil, vile, cruel, Dark Lord Voldemort…like chick flicks?

"So, Voldie, when are you going to bring the 'Bring Potty Down' into action?" Kirby asked.

"When ever I feel like it, GOSH!"

"Napoleon Dynamite, eh? That's a classic." Kirby grinned.

"I remember, we saw that on our first date." Barty smiled, slinking his arm around her waist.

"Okay, why are you telling my details of your personal life?" I said annoyed. Pshaw, Crouch should know that if I actually gave a crap, he'd be the first I'd give it to.

"Because he felt like it, GOSH!" Kirby mocked.

"Are you mocking me?"

"GOSH, no duh!"

"Why, you bitch!"

"Well, if I'm a bitch, then you're a man-whore, and personally, I'd rather be known for what I do, rather than who I do." Kirby finished, smirking.

"OH! WHAT NOW? SHE GOT YOU GOOD, VOLDIE!"

"Oh no, you did not!" I yelled.

"I just so totally did."

"Yeah. She SO totally got you."

"Oh, just SHUT UP, you little girl!" I sneered at Crouch. He was being absolutely repulsive.

"What did you call me? WHORE!"

I sighed, "Is that the best you can do, Barty? I mean, honestly, I am getting awfully tired of people calling me a whore."

"CONSTIPATED GORILLA!" Crouch shouted.

I couldn't help but double over in laughter. "I hope you knew that you were talking about yourself. I think I now know why you're always in the loo."

"Maybe that's because you're finally realizing that all of they're accusations of you being a prostitute, are in fact true." Kirby declared.

"I should so Avada Kedvra your arse right now." I said darkly.

"But you aren't!"

"What makes you think that I won't?"

"Because, my dearest Voldie, you're a big poetic emo softie." Kirby said softly.

"GAH, GO AWAY!"

"Is it that time of the month again, Voldie?" Crouch snickered.

"ARE YOU DEAF? I SAID LEAVE!"

"Eh, no thanks. I'm fine here." Kirby yawned.

"Just go get me some rum!"

"Sorry, mate. All the rum in the world belongs to Jack Sparrow of the Caribbean!"

"Captain Jack Sparrow." Kirby corrected him.

"Hmm…Jack Sparrow…I think I know him…" I said, starting to pace. "Oh I know! We went to law school together! We had some great times." I smiled at the memories.

"You went to law school?" Crouch asked surprised.

"I was drunk, okay?"

"Good, because I was going to say…" Crouch trailed off.

"You were going to say what?"

"Queer, drunken, girlish, emo softies make awful lawyers!"

"I'm thinking that you were just describing yourself…"

I got that line from a Xanga quote site.

A/N: I had a fun time writing this! Hope you all enjoyed it! Sorry that there wasn't much chick flick action. The 'Bring Potty Down' plan will begin next chapter for sure.

Hmm…..

Strokes chin, deep in thought.

Does an all you can eat Chocolate Sundae Buffet sound scrumptious, or what?

Toddles!

Julie