Metamorphoguses ahoy!
Ah… those were the days… annoying times…
I thought fondly as I leafed through the photo album with me and Voldy.
I looked at the picture of me tailing Voldy, with my metamorph-awesome-ness.
Evil, annoying scheme forming in evil, annoying head…
!
I morphed myself to look like Snivellus, who I had locked in a broom cupboard.
I stuffed a balloon under my shirt, and ran down to breakfast, acing the gushing mother-to-be face.
I burst into the great hall.
"James! Sirius! Remus! My loves!", I cried.
They swiveled their heads and gaped, while the rest of the Great hall ate, and ate, and ATE!
I climbed onto the Gryffindor table, (How I hate Gryffindors), and proclaimed at the top of my guts, "SIRIUS! JAMES! REMUS! MY LOVES! I HAVE NEWS!", I yelled.
All eyes were on me now.
"I AM PREGNANT!", now shock…
"WITH ALL OF YOU!"
More shock.
Now all eyes on the Marauders.
"LET'S GET MARRIED!", I produced three scruffy rings.
I feel weird…
I looked down. The robes were larger…
I looked like myself.
"Dangit!", I swore under my breathe.
"ALICE!"
"THAT WAS SNIVELLUS TALKING!"
That was cool