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Rating: T for some possible language and romance. And death.
This chapter is written by Silverdreams124 (Laney).
"Hey! Hey! I know this is a pool party and all, but I'm getting all pruney and it's getting cold," Gracie said as she pulled her towel around her.
"Yeah let's move it inside," Jaimy said. "Last one in is a rotten egg!" she rushed to get in the house, only to hit the sliding glass door.
"Sorry Jaimy, looks like you're the rotten egg," Charlie laughed as she stepped over her.
"I-I'm the rotten egg?" she wailed.
"Go on Jaimy," Gracie sighed as she allowed Jaimy to walk in the door before her, "Hah! You're the rotten egg Gracie!" Jaimy yelled wile dancing around the spacious living room.
"What should we do now?" Harry asked, no longer a garden gnome, courtesy of Hermione.
"Oh! Have you seen that new game show The Moment of Truth?" Charlie asked.
"Yeah…" they all said uneasily.
"Severus first!" Jaimy squealed.
"Okay!" Charlie shouted. "Severus, have you ever taken a peek at someone else's junk when showering off?"
LONG DRAMATIC PAUSE
"Yes."
"AHHHH! NOOOO!" Jaimy howled at the top of her lungs.
"If it makes you feel better, I'd sneak a peak at your junk too," he said.
"Oh… okay!" Jaimy said, smiling.
"Jaimy's turn!" Gracie yelled.
"Jaimy, is it true…"
TBC!!
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