This will just be a series of pointless events. Short. Short stories if you will.

This is PRE-HBP

I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTER! ALL J.K.ROWLINGS!

THE PLOT IS MINE THOUGH!

This chapter is dedicated to BRITTENY SPEARS! (You'll see)

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Grunnings Power Drill Company

(Vernon sits bored at his bosses desk)

"Oops I did it again! I broke an office chair. It's killing me now. Don't they know I still believe I won't break another one. I must confess, that that chair had a look of loneliness.", Vernon muttered under his breath.

(Vernon looks at the pencil sharpener)

"Hmmm"

(Takes out a few pencils and a pen from the desk)

"Whrr!"- Pencil 1

"Whrr!"- Pencil 2

"Whrr!"- Pencil 3

"Whrr!"- Pencil 4

"Whr-what the fuck!"- Pen

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I lost the noggin!

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