Disclaimer: Us poor ones no own multi-million-dollar-franchise spawning Harry Potter. Capiche? Perhaps we own our minds and ideas, but then again, the theory that the Partially Evil Lab Monkeys control us all hasn't been disproved. Neither has it been proved. Neither has it even been mentioned to anyone who can be considered intelligent enough to prove or disprove it, and can then announce their findings to the world without being thought of as vaguely unbalanced. So the theory has a clean record when it comes to disbelievers. Do Partailly Evil Lab Monkeys control us? Could go either way . . .
After that nice and rambling . . . ramble . . . hmmm. Anyway, we have an announcement to make. As you may have read in last chapter's intro (notice the "may". I never read them myself and I sodding WRITE them), we have finished the Red Notebook and have now started the Green Notebook, called (instead of "The Marauders") "The Remains Of The Fellowship". Well, actually the cover says "Remains Of The Felloship" beacuse Moony had a bit of a idiotic moment. But we're not picky. After all, we only insulted Moony for the full 45 minutes of Science Class. And the 45 minutes of lunch. And a bit in PE. Who can call us picky? *Do not say or even THINK a WORD, Moony!* So, here's Chapter Seven. Enjoy (if that's remotely or humanely possible).
Health Class. 22nd October, 2003.(A/N Please note that only Prongs and Moony are in the same PE/Health class. Padfoot's in another one. So if you're wondering, no, Padfoot hasn't passed out from something. IF (and that's a big . . .ish IF) Padfoot were ever to pass out, it would be from some whack upside the head given to her by Moony or Prongs. She gets them often. And that's coming from someone who does half the whacking.)
Prongs- Moony is very happy that FINALLY she is included in a conversation when there are only two Marauders.
Moony- Finally! Too bad I er . . .I umm . . . forgot the cranberry juice :(
Prongs- Damn you! Damn you, damn you, DAMN YOU! Bloody hell, I'm gonna die of thrist.
Moony- Ummm . . .Oops?
Prongs- "Oops?" "Oops?" Oops?!?! You might very well have killed me and you say "Oops?" ?!?!
Moony- I honestly don' know what to say . . .
Prongs- *gasp* Moony . . . speechless? Hell froze over! (Again)
Moony- No, "Again x3" (A/N Hell tends to freeze over a lot around us. And us being slightly odd, we count how many times it happens. By our reckoning, it's frozen over 7 times by 11th January, 2004)
Prongs- Ah yes. Point. That person (and I use that term loosely) sitting at the desk in front of you is getting really annoying. Do me a favour? KICK HIM NEXT TIME HE OPENS HIS MOUTH! (A/N How annoying is he? Think show-off, full-on wanker, with a superiority complex)
Moony- Right . . .
Prongs- Why not? You yourself said he was annoying you! I kick the guy who sits in front of me in English at least three times a class.
Moony- Good idea.
Prongs- Right then. Random acts of mind-boggling annoyance. I'll kick the guy in my English class and you kick whatshisname in front of you.
Moony- Ya, what is his name?
Prongs- No bloody idea. (A/N For the next while, Moony and Prongs will carry on the discussion that took place in health class where our class (able to see an opportunity not to work from several miles away) spent 45 minutes thinking up hypothetical situations where moving a victim's bneck (always a big no-no) is justified. Great fun.) Hypothetically speaking, should you move a comatose person if you were both on a sinking boat?
Moony- Why bother? I mean really . . .
Prongs- Yeah. A permanently brain-damaged/paralyzed person or a perfectly healthy, rather dead one?
Moony- Or a crippled, lopsided amputee? Or an ugly person or you? (A/N Don't bother trying to make sense of that. Oh, if you haven't seen League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Moony and Prongs spend the next while discussing the plot holes and quoting it randomly)
Prongs- Hey, I'm as immortal as . . .Tom Sawyer!
Moony- And Skinner! I am completely immune to any burns! (A/N Seriosuly, how can you survive being torched with a flamethrower AND having bits of molten metal spilt on you, even if you are an invisible man? Though that shouldn't make a difference if you think about it. Though thinking IS always dangerous.)
Prongs- And I can get out from under an overturned, half-ton car with a primitive cruise-missile about to hit me in 3 seconds. (A/N How the hell did he do that?!?!) "Hello, my freaky darlings!"
Moony- And I'm Ishmael, staying alive with 5 bullets in my heart for long amounts of time.
Prongs- Hey, they were GOLD bullets from Dorian Gray's GOLD gun. "Growl".
Moony- "Bomb voyage"
Prongs- "If that had been permanent, I'd have been VERY angry"
Moony- "I always knew I'd nail you again. Never knew I'd mean it literally." (A/N Those were all Dorian Gray quotes)
Prongs- "Dr. Jekyll at your service" *gaspong and trying to hold up enormous pants*
Moony- "Oooh. The bedroom. Does it give you memories or ideas?" "Ideas!"
Prongs- "Get a grip!" "I thought I just did. And I would remind you all that I am naked in the snow and I can't feel any of my extremeties. And I mean ANY"
Science Class. 22nd October, 2003.
Padfoot- One too many sexual innuendos in ALL of those quotes! You guys have sick minds. Very sick minds. (A/N And the LXG quoting continues . . ) "Where are we going? Australia?"
Moony- *stands up and toasts* "God save the Queen!" *everyone in the room does the same* "That's as patriotic as it gets around here."
Prongs- "Who has automatic weapons?!?!" "It's unsporting! Probably Belgians!"
Padfoot- "Skinner has a lot to answer for" "No, me!" *shoots 5 bullets. 5 gold bullets from a gold gun.* *Ishmael still not dead even though said bullets penetrated his HEART!*
Moony- *Record plays* "Everything was false. Sanderson Reed, the attack in Kenya" *pronounced KEENYA by James Moriarity for some unknown reason*
Prongs- "Not the whole bottle, you idiot!"
Padfoot- What bottle?
Moony- Prongs, what the hell are you talking about?!?!?!?!?!
Prongs- LXG, you bloody eejits! Jekyll/Hyde is talking to the random guy who's attempting to drown himself in the potion.
Padfoot- Oh, yeah! He drank nothing. He bathed in it.
If you haven't seen League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, we strongly suggest you go see it. OK movie, but extremely easy and funny to make fun of it and it's numerous plot holes. Farewell, my freaky darlings.
Reviews- Nickeled:Sheep? Nope, but there are 10 times more sheep in New Zealand than there are people. And on that subject, any idea why the hell a small country like that needs 60+ million sheep?
After that nice and rambling . . . ramble . . . hmmm. Anyway, we have an announcement to make. As you may have read in last chapter's intro (notice the "may". I never read them myself and I sodding WRITE them), we have finished the Red Notebook and have now started the Green Notebook, called (instead of "The Marauders") "The Remains Of The Fellowship". Well, actually the cover says "Remains Of The Felloship" beacuse Moony had a bit of a idiotic moment. But we're not picky. After all, we only insulted Moony for the full 45 minutes of Science Class. And the 45 minutes of lunch. And a bit in PE. Who can call us picky? *Do not say or even THINK a WORD, Moony!* So, here's Chapter Seven. Enjoy (if that's remotely or humanely possible).
Health Class. 22nd October, 2003.(A/N Please note that only Prongs and Moony are in the same PE/Health class. Padfoot's in another one. So if you're wondering, no, Padfoot hasn't passed out from something. IF (and that's a big . . .ish IF) Padfoot were ever to pass out, it would be from some whack upside the head given to her by Moony or Prongs. She gets them often. And that's coming from someone who does half the whacking.)
Prongs- Moony is very happy that FINALLY she is included in a conversation when there are only two Marauders.
Moony- Finally! Too bad I er . . .I umm . . . forgot the cranberry juice :(
Prongs- Damn you! Damn you, damn you, DAMN YOU! Bloody hell, I'm gonna die of thrist.
Moony- Ummm . . .Oops?
Prongs- "Oops?" "Oops?" Oops?!?! You might very well have killed me and you say "Oops?" ?!?!
Moony- I honestly don' know what to say . . .
Prongs- *gasp* Moony . . . speechless? Hell froze over! (Again)
Moony- No, "Again x3" (A/N Hell tends to freeze over a lot around us. And us being slightly odd, we count how many times it happens. By our reckoning, it's frozen over 7 times by 11th January, 2004)
Prongs- Ah yes. Point. That person (and I use that term loosely) sitting at the desk in front of you is getting really annoying. Do me a favour? KICK HIM NEXT TIME HE OPENS HIS MOUTH! (A/N How annoying is he? Think show-off, full-on wanker, with a superiority complex)
Moony- Right . . .
Prongs- Why not? You yourself said he was annoying you! I kick the guy who sits in front of me in English at least three times a class.
Moony- Good idea.
Prongs- Right then. Random acts of mind-boggling annoyance. I'll kick the guy in my English class and you kick whatshisname in front of you.
Moony- Ya, what is his name?
Prongs- No bloody idea. (A/N For the next while, Moony and Prongs will carry on the discussion that took place in health class where our class (able to see an opportunity not to work from several miles away) spent 45 minutes thinking up hypothetical situations where moving a victim's bneck (always a big no-no) is justified. Great fun.) Hypothetically speaking, should you move a comatose person if you were both on a sinking boat?
Moony- Why bother? I mean really . . .
Prongs- Yeah. A permanently brain-damaged/paralyzed person or a perfectly healthy, rather dead one?
Moony- Or a crippled, lopsided amputee? Or an ugly person or you? (A/N Don't bother trying to make sense of that. Oh, if you haven't seen League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Moony and Prongs spend the next while discussing the plot holes and quoting it randomly)
Prongs- Hey, I'm as immortal as . . .Tom Sawyer!
Moony- And Skinner! I am completely immune to any burns! (A/N Seriosuly, how can you survive being torched with a flamethrower AND having bits of molten metal spilt on you, even if you are an invisible man? Though that shouldn't make a difference if you think about it. Though thinking IS always dangerous.)
Prongs- And I can get out from under an overturned, half-ton car with a primitive cruise-missile about to hit me in 3 seconds. (A/N How the hell did he do that?!?!) "Hello, my freaky darlings!"
Moony- And I'm Ishmael, staying alive with 5 bullets in my heart for long amounts of time.
Prongs- Hey, they were GOLD bullets from Dorian Gray's GOLD gun. "Growl".
Moony- "Bomb voyage"
Prongs- "If that had been permanent, I'd have been VERY angry"
Moony- "I always knew I'd nail you again. Never knew I'd mean it literally." (A/N Those were all Dorian Gray quotes)
Prongs- "Dr. Jekyll at your service" *gaspong and trying to hold up enormous pants*
Moony- "Oooh. The bedroom. Does it give you memories or ideas?" "Ideas!"
Prongs- "Get a grip!" "I thought I just did. And I would remind you all that I am naked in the snow and I can't feel any of my extremeties. And I mean ANY"
Science Class. 22nd October, 2003.
Padfoot- One too many sexual innuendos in ALL of those quotes! You guys have sick minds. Very sick minds. (A/N And the LXG quoting continues . . ) "Where are we going? Australia?"
Moony- *stands up and toasts* "God save the Queen!" *everyone in the room does the same* "That's as patriotic as it gets around here."
Prongs- "Who has automatic weapons?!?!" "It's unsporting! Probably Belgians!"
Padfoot- "Skinner has a lot to answer for" "No, me!" *shoots 5 bullets. 5 gold bullets from a gold gun.* *Ishmael still not dead even though said bullets penetrated his HEART!*
Moony- *Record plays* "Everything was false. Sanderson Reed, the attack in Kenya" *pronounced KEENYA by James Moriarity for some unknown reason*
Prongs- "Not the whole bottle, you idiot!"
Padfoot- What bottle?
Moony- Prongs, what the hell are you talking about?!?!?!?!?!
Prongs- LXG, you bloody eejits! Jekyll/Hyde is talking to the random guy who's attempting to drown himself in the potion.
Padfoot- Oh, yeah! He drank nothing. He bathed in it.
If you haven't seen League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, we strongly suggest you go see it. OK movie, but extremely easy and funny to make fun of it and it's numerous plot holes. Farewell, my freaky darlings.
Reviews- Nickeled:Sheep? Nope, but there are 10 times more sheep in New Zealand than there are people. And on that subject, any idea why the hell a small country like that needs 60+ million sheep?