Hello! H'mm. General feelings of discontent and confusion among you, m'dears. I just got a new crystal ball and I see...that you're not going to be very happy with me, because this story's going to take a *small* detour. Maybe a chapter or two...or three. Don't worry, though. I have a plan now, even if you guys don't see it yet!
And Depth? Depth appears in my story? Does she accompany Plot and Complication(s)? H'mm... Hehe!
Thank you India, thank you consequence... j/k. No Alanis Morisette today! But thank you to do you really care?!, Calamity, Cat Samwise, Becks, Beth825, Raggona, Lelio, Lindsay Beth, Mimi, Prongs (I'm loving you right now!), Tinuviel182, AVK, tweety, Glace de Slytherin, Heloisa, Gia, Mystica, and Sophia!
Warning: I feel another bout of random, pointless silliness coming on! Your fault, Becks, and damn sugar glazed doughnuts! *grin* Did you know it takes about an hour and a dose of reviews from addicted readers for the sugar to kick in? Well it kicked in- hard!
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Part Twenty-Three
Draco returned to his dorm very disappointed. Trust one of Harry's friends to ruin a perfect day without even being there. He ignored odd looks from Crabbe and Goyle, who had gotten used to seeing Draco in a fairly good mood over the past couple of weeks, and collapsed on his bed.
He found himself in Harry's dorm. In the middle of the dorm were two tiny wizards and a witch. One of the wizards wore bright fuchsia robes and had hair that looked plastic. The other one was wearing horrendous beige robes and had a rat's nest of dark hair. Draco noticed that he was drooling. *Ugh,* he thought. The plastic-haired one appeared to be arguing with the witch. She was tall with deep green eyes and hair that actually sparkled like tinsel.
"You can't be serious!" he said.
"I wouldn't joke about something like that," she said.
"But you can't! It's bad enough I'm stuck with him-"
"Look, I'm not thrilled with the idea of being stuck with the fountain of drool and-" she looked Plot over "a midget Ken doll." Somewhere near Draco, Harry laughed.
"Can't have Plot without Complication," Harry said. Draco looked at him.
"Yes and apparently you can't have a plot without Depth," Plot sighed.
"Depth?" Draco replied, wrinkling his nose.
"Yes, Depth. It adds meaning to the story line."
*POP* another little wizard in navy robes apparated.
"Like Plot, Depth-" he said looking at her, "is highly overrated"
"Well, I don't see Pointlessness, winning any prizes lately," she retorted.
"Not true! The Matrix won a whole bunch of awards," Pointlessness said.
"None for story line, though," said Dean. *Where'd he come from?* asked Draco. Then he remembered it was his dorm.
"Aha! See? People like Plot," said Plot.
"But a plot is unrealistic," cried Pointlessness.
"How?" asked Depth.
"The Mysterious Workings of Life can't be condensed into an orderly sequence of events," Pointlessness answered.
"Sure they can!" said Plot.
"No he can't! He hasn't seen his feet in years. You need a crane just to lift him! And have you seen the size of an orderly sequence of events? It's the size of carry-on luggage!" explained Pointlessness. Draco laughed.
"Man's got a point," gurgled Complication.
"You talk?" asked an astounded barely clothed Harry. Plot looked completely floored.
"Of course I talk, but who'd want to talk to *that*?" he said gesturing to Plot.
"Ha! Take that, you fashion victim!" cried Pointlessness gleefully.
"Like your robes are fresh off the runway," Depth muttered.
"Pardon me, dear, but I don't believe that wearing tinfoil for hair is particularly stylish either," quipped Pointlessness.
"None of you could make the cover of Wizard's Quarterly, so I don't see why you continue arguing," Neville remarked. *Wait, a minute! Wasn't Neville over there?* Draco thought, glancing at the other side of the room. Ron appeared next to Neville.
"Yeah. Do you mind keeping it down? We were in the middle of something," He said. Just then a girl wearing Muggle clothes dashed in waving a pen in the air.
"No, no, no! You've got it all wrong, m'dears! You're not supposed to shag Neville until Chapter 26 and 5/16!" she cried.
"Don't you think you should have made that clear on this bubble chart?" Seamus asked.
"What?" asked the girl, walking over to him.
"Look. Here's the story plan. It's kinda hard to read, since you keep changing your mind. Any way, here it is: Chapter 26- stuff."
"Why that makes perfect sense, Seamus," said Dean. "Stuff happens in every chapter."
"Good point! Never mind then. Ron! Neville! Stop! You're ruining the entire story line."
"Sorry!" called Neville.
"No big deal. Luv ya! Review!" the girl called, rushing out.
"Review? REview what?" asked Draco.
"The story of course," mumbled Complication.
"What story?"
"This one, moron," snapped Depth. Draco narrowed his eyes at her. He didn't like her. As far as he was concerned, she and her metallic hair could take a long walk of a short cliff.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Draco said.
"Are you sure that there's Depth in this story?" Plot asked. Depth pulled a slip of paper out of her sleeve.
"It says right here- Oops!"
"Oops what? " Pointlessness inquired.
"I forgot to read the byline. I'm supposed to be in another fic entitled Fire and Ice," she replied.
"Lovely! See you later! Have a nice day," he said, shoving her out of the door. "Now-" he said, turning to Pointlessness. "As for you-"
"I'm supposed to be here. There's no Plot in this chapter. Check your slip," Pointlessness said. Plot did. It was pink with matching lace around the hem.
"Fine," he muttered, walking out.
Draco woke up in his own bed. "God! What a nightmare! What the hell did Granger put in that antidote? Weasley and Longbottom? Ew! What kind of a sick-" he continued in this vein for a long time, before finally drifting off to a less quarrelsome sleep.
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^_^ In case you couldn't tell, the girl with the pen was me! I'm getting my thoughts in order for the next bit right now. Don't expect more today, though. Review! Hehe!
Luv ya!
J. Silver
And Depth? Depth appears in my story? Does she accompany Plot and Complication(s)? H'mm... Hehe!
Thank you India, thank you consequence... j/k. No Alanis Morisette today! But thank you to do you really care?!, Calamity, Cat Samwise, Becks, Beth825, Raggona, Lelio, Lindsay Beth, Mimi, Prongs (I'm loving you right now!), Tinuviel182, AVK, tweety, Glace de Slytherin, Heloisa, Gia, Mystica, and Sophia!
Warning: I feel another bout of random, pointless silliness coming on! Your fault, Becks, and damn sugar glazed doughnuts! *grin* Did you know it takes about an hour and a dose of reviews from addicted readers for the sugar to kick in? Well it kicked in- hard!
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Part Twenty-Three
Draco returned to his dorm very disappointed. Trust one of Harry's friends to ruin a perfect day without even being there. He ignored odd looks from Crabbe and Goyle, who had gotten used to seeing Draco in a fairly good mood over the past couple of weeks, and collapsed on his bed.
He found himself in Harry's dorm. In the middle of the dorm were two tiny wizards and a witch. One of the wizards wore bright fuchsia robes and had hair that looked plastic. The other one was wearing horrendous beige robes and had a rat's nest of dark hair. Draco noticed that he was drooling. *Ugh,* he thought. The plastic-haired one appeared to be arguing with the witch. She was tall with deep green eyes and hair that actually sparkled like tinsel.
"You can't be serious!" he said.
"I wouldn't joke about something like that," she said.
"But you can't! It's bad enough I'm stuck with him-"
"Look, I'm not thrilled with the idea of being stuck with the fountain of drool and-" she looked Plot over "a midget Ken doll." Somewhere near Draco, Harry laughed.
"Can't have Plot without Complication," Harry said. Draco looked at him.
"Yes and apparently you can't have a plot without Depth," Plot sighed.
"Depth?" Draco replied, wrinkling his nose.
"Yes, Depth. It adds meaning to the story line."
*POP* another little wizard in navy robes apparated.
"Like Plot, Depth-" he said looking at her, "is highly overrated"
"Well, I don't see Pointlessness, winning any prizes lately," she retorted.
"Not true! The Matrix won a whole bunch of awards," Pointlessness said.
"None for story line, though," said Dean. *Where'd he come from?* asked Draco. Then he remembered it was his dorm.
"Aha! See? People like Plot," said Plot.
"But a plot is unrealistic," cried Pointlessness.
"How?" asked Depth.
"The Mysterious Workings of Life can't be condensed into an orderly sequence of events," Pointlessness answered.
"Sure they can!" said Plot.
"No he can't! He hasn't seen his feet in years. You need a crane just to lift him! And have you seen the size of an orderly sequence of events? It's the size of carry-on luggage!" explained Pointlessness. Draco laughed.
"Man's got a point," gurgled Complication.
"You talk?" asked an astounded barely clothed Harry. Plot looked completely floored.
"Of course I talk, but who'd want to talk to *that*?" he said gesturing to Plot.
"Ha! Take that, you fashion victim!" cried Pointlessness gleefully.
"Like your robes are fresh off the runway," Depth muttered.
"Pardon me, dear, but I don't believe that wearing tinfoil for hair is particularly stylish either," quipped Pointlessness.
"None of you could make the cover of Wizard's Quarterly, so I don't see why you continue arguing," Neville remarked. *Wait, a minute! Wasn't Neville over there?* Draco thought, glancing at the other side of the room. Ron appeared next to Neville.
"Yeah. Do you mind keeping it down? We were in the middle of something," He said. Just then a girl wearing Muggle clothes dashed in waving a pen in the air.
"No, no, no! You've got it all wrong, m'dears! You're not supposed to shag Neville until Chapter 26 and 5/16!" she cried.
"Don't you think you should have made that clear on this bubble chart?" Seamus asked.
"What?" asked the girl, walking over to him.
"Look. Here's the story plan. It's kinda hard to read, since you keep changing your mind. Any way, here it is: Chapter 26- stuff."
"Why that makes perfect sense, Seamus," said Dean. "Stuff happens in every chapter."
"Good point! Never mind then. Ron! Neville! Stop! You're ruining the entire story line."
"Sorry!" called Neville.
"No big deal. Luv ya! Review!" the girl called, rushing out.
"Review? REview what?" asked Draco.
"The story of course," mumbled Complication.
"What story?"
"This one, moron," snapped Depth. Draco narrowed his eyes at her. He didn't like her. As far as he was concerned, she and her metallic hair could take a long walk of a short cliff.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Draco said.
"Are you sure that there's Depth in this story?" Plot asked. Depth pulled a slip of paper out of her sleeve.
"It says right here- Oops!"
"Oops what? " Pointlessness inquired.
"I forgot to read the byline. I'm supposed to be in another fic entitled Fire and Ice," she replied.
"Lovely! See you later! Have a nice day," he said, shoving her out of the door. "Now-" he said, turning to Pointlessness. "As for you-"
"I'm supposed to be here. There's no Plot in this chapter. Check your slip," Pointlessness said. Plot did. It was pink with matching lace around the hem.
"Fine," he muttered, walking out.
Draco woke up in his own bed. "God! What a nightmare! What the hell did Granger put in that antidote? Weasley and Longbottom? Ew! What kind of a sick-" he continued in this vein for a long time, before finally drifting off to a less quarrelsome sleep.
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^_^ In case you couldn't tell, the girl with the pen was me! I'm getting my thoughts in order for the next bit right now. Don't expect more today, though. Review! Hehe!
Luv ya!
J. Silver