Mr. J Part 4: And...
A/N: All characters (except Mr. J, the secretaries, and the president, who all belong to me) belong to J. K. Rowling.
"It's... it's... um... who...?" Mr. J said a little quicker than usual.
"It's Santa, stupid!" George said sarcastically.
"Really...?" Mr. J asked stupidly.
"No! He's being sarcastic, sir," Harry said, glaring at George with a hello- we're- in- the- middle- of- asking- him- a- favor look.
"Then... who... is... it...?"
"He's a teacher at our school, sir," Fred explained patiently, also shooting daggers at George.
"Then... why... did... you... scream...?... Teachers... make... it... happen..." Mr. J said, quoting something he'd heard during the commercials in between his favorite show, P B & J otter.
"He's not very nice," all three boys chorused together.
"May I be a part of this conversation already, Potter?" snapped Snape sharply.
(A/N: That sounds cool... snapped Snape snapped Snape snapped Snape snapped Snape snapped Snape snapped Snape snapped Snape!!! I'm OK now. Anyway...)
"Nope," Fred and Harry responded simultaneously while George and Mr. J shook their heads.
"Okay. Bye!" Snape left.
"Anyway, where were we?"
(A/N: That sounds cool, too! Where were we? Where were we? Where were we? Where were we? Where were we? Okay, I won't do it again. Sorry!)
"We... were... trying... to... figure... out... why... I... was... chosen... to... help... you... guys..." Mr. J responded, showing some brain activity finally.
"Oh, yeah! So tell me, do you have any special powers, Mr. J?" Fred asked.
"I... can... eat... a... lot..." Mr. J said scratching his head like a monkey. No wait, that's an insult... to the monkey!
"What an original answer! Let's hear it for our first contestant, folks!" George said, clapping stupidly.
"Now onto the second question!" Fred exclaimed just as stupidly.
"C'mon, guys. Stop fooling around. We have work to do. Mr. J, I don't know why you were chosen to help us, but it's time we got started," Harry interrupted.
"This one's real intellectual! Let's give him a hand!"
"Shut it!"
They did.
"I don't know where to start, but I have a plan," Harry said dramatically.
"Seems so," Fred said.
(A/N: Hey! That- What? Stop screaming at me! Okay, okay. Kill me over commenting over a little rhyme.)
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"Now, remember. Fred and George'll be a team, and so will Mr. J and I," Harry reminded them.
"Yes, Captain Harry, sir! Yes, sir, captain, sir!" George muttered under his breath to Fred.
Harry ignored them. "Come on, Mr. J. Let's go."
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A/N: So the rescuers are on the way. Tune in next time to see when and where they will find R + H.
***********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************WHEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
A/N: All characters (except Mr. J, the secretaries, and the president, who all belong to me) belong to J. K. Rowling.
"It's... it's... um... who...?" Mr. J said a little quicker than usual.
"It's Santa, stupid!" George said sarcastically.
"Really...?" Mr. J asked stupidly.
"No! He's being sarcastic, sir," Harry said, glaring at George with a hello- we're- in- the- middle- of- asking- him- a- favor look.
"Then... who... is... it...?"
"He's a teacher at our school, sir," Fred explained patiently, also shooting daggers at George.
"Then... why... did... you... scream...?... Teachers... make... it... happen..." Mr. J said, quoting something he'd heard during the commercials in between his favorite show, P B & J otter.
"He's not very nice," all three boys chorused together.
"May I be a part of this conversation already, Potter?" snapped Snape sharply.
(A/N: That sounds cool... snapped Snape snapped Snape snapped Snape snapped Snape snapped Snape snapped Snape snapped Snape!!! I'm OK now. Anyway...)
"Nope," Fred and Harry responded simultaneously while George and Mr. J shook their heads.
"Okay. Bye!" Snape left.
"Anyway, where were we?"
(A/N: That sounds cool, too! Where were we? Where were we? Where were we? Where were we? Where were we? Okay, I won't do it again. Sorry!)
"We... were... trying... to... figure... out... why... I... was... chosen... to... help... you... guys..." Mr. J responded, showing some brain activity finally.
"Oh, yeah! So tell me, do you have any special powers, Mr. J?" Fred asked.
"I... can... eat... a... lot..." Mr. J said scratching his head like a monkey. No wait, that's an insult... to the monkey!
"What an original answer! Let's hear it for our first contestant, folks!" George said, clapping stupidly.
"Now onto the second question!" Fred exclaimed just as stupidly.
"C'mon, guys. Stop fooling around. We have work to do. Mr. J, I don't know why you were chosen to help us, but it's time we got started," Harry interrupted.
"This one's real intellectual! Let's give him a hand!"
"Shut it!"
They did.
"I don't know where to start, but I have a plan," Harry said dramatically.
"Seems so," Fred said.
(A/N: Hey! That- What? Stop screaming at me! Okay, okay. Kill me over commenting over a little rhyme.)
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"Now, remember. Fred and George'll be a team, and so will Mr. J and I," Harry reminded them.
"Yes, Captain Harry, sir! Yes, sir, captain, sir!" George muttered under his breath to Fred.
Harry ignored them. "Come on, Mr. J. Let's go."
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A/N: So the rescuers are on the way. Tune in next time to see when and where they will find R + H.
***********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************WHEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!