*Eee hehehe!! Another one! Yes they are psychotically short but there's gonna be a lot of them. They're multiplying like mad!!!*
The "Masked Nutter" Strikes Again OR Harry Takes A Whizzle In His Pants
Disclaimer: Once again, I own NOTHING.
Severus Snape had not been seen for days. Potions had been called off until he was found and "corrected."
HP- Man, I'm tired!
RW- Dude, I want some of those new candies!
HP- Huh?
RW- Gender-changing jellies!
HP- You want implants?!?
RW- NO! At Hogsmeade! If I would accidentally give one to Fred or George or both, they would be female for 24 hours!
HP- Um, they might enjoy that too much...anyway, goodnight.
RW- 'night.
They fall asleep.
PS- *whispering* Yes, another helpless victim....*he hops silently through the window and hides behind a dresser, then takes out two cell phones. One he places on the dresser, the other he takes and hides under Harry's bed. He then dials the other phone.*
*RING*
HP- Uh-huh? Whuh? *puts on his glasses and answers the phone, confused* 'Allo?
PS- Hellloooo, Clarice....
HP- *almost drops the phone* Who is this? What do you want?!
PS- I know what you did last summer...
HP- What? Okay, what's going on?
PS- I know where you are...do you know where I am?
HP- *looks around the room* Damn. You didn't leave your feet sticking out like in that movie I saw...look, what do you want?
PS- *cackles* Watch out Potter, I see your every move...*hangs up*
HP- Oh man, another person has me on their hit list! *puts the phone down shakily and tries to go to sleep*
*NEXT MORNING AT BREAKFAST*
RW- Dude, why are you all nervous and shaky?
HP- Somebody's trying to kill me again.
RW- Oh, nothing new then.
They eat food.
PS- *sneaks in wearing his pretty outfit and silently slithers up behind Potter. He kneels down right next to his ear. Somehow, nobody notices this* Hellllloooooo Clarice....
HP- AAAAAHHHHH!!! *he jumps up onto the table. A few seconds later a large, yellow puddle is forming around his feet*
PS- The Masked Nutter strikes again! Muh hahahahaha!! Hark, I must yet save Maid Marion! *he quickly pulls a pair of green tights onto the top of his head and runs out*
DM- Hee hee hee...that was great...
And so everyone continues to eat, except for the Gryffindor table, and waits in slight confusion for the next appearance of the "Masked Nutter."
