Disclaimer: I would like to own…lots of fictional characters. wink

A/n: I promised you chickens, and I deliver you chickens! Whatever I promised to reviewers last time goes to Kendra (I don't feel like writing your whole name out, sorry)

Chapter 14

I'm afraid my shock is quite evident. This because I stopped short right inside the portrait hole, and Black ran into me. I notice that my mouth is hanging open, but I can't seem to close it.

Lily is sitting on James' lap. I kid you not. And she just giggled that disgusting, ridiculous giggle girls sometimes do. I think I may have just lost all respect for her. That giggle….I can't stand it. It makes me want to…. slap something. Like her, for instance.

"Henrietta, why did the chicken cross the road?"

"Well, Lily, clearly chickens, over great periods of time, have been naturally selected in such a way that they are now genetically dispositioned to cross roads. But you wouldn't understand that, would you?"

Burn on witch-folk intelligence.

Black is looking at me all weird. Mayhaps he would like to move. Which would probably involve me moving too. And maybe the fat lady would like to close her hole.

That was unintentional, I swear.

Still. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

"Sirius, we should go do homework now."

"Fine" he grumbled.

See his fan club looking at me, all jealous and stuff…it is incredibly fulfilling. Almost worth the torture of having to be with him all the time. Not quite.

In my room, doing homework. Well, he's doing homework. I think that may be a first for him. Me, I'm playing guitar, trying to figure out these new songs that I'm going to be singing.

"Henrietta, what's the real reason the chicken crossed the road?"

I roll my eyes at this witch-boy's obsession with chickens. It's not like I have prepared answers to this question typed out and categorized. Oh wait. I do. Heh.

"The fact that you thought that the chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity."

"What?" Oh dear, he looks confused.

"You heard me."

"I think you are the one who has sexual insecurity, not me."

"Contrarily, no." See, witch-boy, I am not afraid of your shenanigans.

"So you're perfectly fine knowing that you are in a room with the most longed-after man in this school, with hundreds of girls wishing they were in your place?"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!" Oh wait. It doesn't look like he was joking. But really, did he just call himself a man? And the most longed-after one at that?

"Oh please, I told you before, I'm bringing sexy back. You" and I got all uppity and snooty, "cannot intimidate me with your supposed good-looks and experience in broom closets."

I shudder to think what it's like to be alone with this weirdo.

Wait. I am alone with this weirdo. And I just said that to him. I cannot even run away!

Whatever shall I do?

"My experience in broom closets?"

He's smirking again, yes at me! I do not appreciate that.

"Do you people even have chickens?"

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