a/n: sequel to the frightening gucci dress story whose title fails me at the moment.

Voldemort: Well, how do you like it?

Cassandra Claire: Er- leather trousers?

Harry: I can't take this anymore! (runs out sobbing hysterically)

Hermione: Me too! (runs out sobbing hysterically)

Crabbe: ME three!! (runs out sobbing hysterically)

Goyle: ME four! (runs out sobbing hysterically)

Witchy Willow 13: ME five! (runs out sobbing hysterically)

lupinlover: ME six! (runs out sobbing hysterically)

Cassandra Claire: LEATHER TROUSERS! (runs out sobbing hysterically)

pink pencil: FLUFFY! (runs out sobbing hysterically)

Draco: me leather trousers fluffy seven! (runs out sobbing hysterically)

Voldemort: My career as a fashion model is ruined! (runs out sobbing hysterically)

me: Where did everyone go? My story is ruined!

(Draco comes back in)

Draco: Should I wear the green dress robes with "I'm a prat" on the back, the the green dress robes with "I'm a prat" on the back, or the green dress robes with "I'm a prat" on the back?

me: Ahh! Deja vu!

Crabbe: (walks in) You should wear the lacy underwear with pink hearts and "sizzling" on them.

Goyle: YOu should wear the Tommy Hilfiger sweater.

Draco: You can only choose from the green dress robes with "I'm a prat" on the back, the the green dress robes with "I'm a prat" on the back, or the green dress robes with "I'm a prat" on the back!

magical*little*me: (sarcastically) Why don't you wear the green dress robes with "i'm a prat" on the back?

Pidgewidgeon (who's spelling of name fails me at the moment too): AHHHH! Spice Girls stink! AHHHH!

Posh Spice: (sniffs) but I put on CK one this morning!

Pidgewidgeon: CRUCIO!

Posh Spice: My nails! My makeup! My hair! This is toooottttuuurrreee!

Pidgewidgeon: AVADA KEDAVRA!

all: GOOO PIDGEWIDGEON!

(bows)

Opera singer: Once upon a time a king tired of living bored of living all alone, looked for oone to share his own but he found three who sought his ring... what to do, he disdained all vain displays, and in hte end, chose for hhis own, one of simple, sweet and simple kind and simple gentle ways... la la la li li li li, la la la la.

me: Don't toture me! I know I didn't get a part in La Cenerentola but you don't hve to toture me!

PikaCheeka: What is that?

me: The original of Cinderella...

Harry: (walks in) Yankees or Mets?

Crabbe: Backstreet Boys or N*Sync?

Goyle: Gore or Bush?

Draco: Nader or Buchannon?

(everone stares at him)

me: rriiiighht.

Hermione: (shrieks) I memorized all the atoms in the universe!!!

(performs Avada Kedavra on everybody)

since we're all dead, I can't write anymore story...

OKAY... that was a very weirs story...