Written by Me(Danielle) and Dev!
Snape fumbles through his dresser draw at hogwarts, to find his favorite
sock missing.
"ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY PINK SOCKY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!" He cries out loud.
"Bock?" Snape is shocked to find, when he turns around, a chicken standing, his beloved pink sock in it's beak. "Bock?" it repeats.
"C'mere nice little chicken, I won't hurt you...." Snape manages to get 2 feet from the chicken. He goes to jump on it, and the Chicken disappears.
"DAMNIT! MY SOCKY!!!!!!!!!!" Snape yells.
~~~~~~~~Meanwhile, at The Grinch's... far......far..........far away home....~~~~~~~~~~~
"So Chicky, what have you brought me as proof of this school's existence?" The Grinch grabs the sock, and looks confused.
"A Sock?! What am I to do with this?" He suddenly gets an idea. "CHICKY! YOU GENIUS!!!!!!" Picking the chicken up and planting a kiss on it's beak, then setting it down, the Grinch runs from the room to his workshop to put action to his latest invention to ruin Christmas.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Several Hours later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"AHA! I'VE DONE IT! THIS CHRISTMAS STOCKING SUCKER WILL REMOVE ALL STOCKINGS FROM TOWN, PREVENTING THE DELIVERY OF THE GIFTS TO COME IN THEM!!!!!!!!I AM GENIUS!!!!!!!!"
The chicken stares at him in confusion. "Bock?"
The Grinch glares at him and pays no more notice. "Now now...How to get this started...?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BACK AT HOGWARTS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"My sock...is gone..."Snape says, finally realizing the obvious. He stares at the spot where the chicken was and gets a crazed look on his face. "MY SOCK!!!!!!" he cries, and leaps onto the ground in that specific spot, and is suddenly transported to the Grinch's lair. The Grinch turns to look at Snape, and suddenly Snape is overcome by an alien emotion. LOVE.
The Grinch, being a smart little doobie, immediately comprehends the look on our favorite potions teacher's face. "Ohhhhhhh no."
Snape walks towards the Grinch as if in a trance, his love controlling every motion. The Grinch hasa look of pure fear on his face and he looks around wildly for a way to escape. His eyes fall on the window. He jerks open the window and leaps out, falling with a splat on the cold concrete below.
"Noooooo, my love!" Snape wails, and then sees his sock. "SOCKY!" He grabbed the sock to find it had a hole.
"GOD DAMMIT, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Last thing we've heard of snape? He's still grieving over the loss of his poor SOCKY, which he gave a proper burial to on the 3rd of December, 2001.
~END~
Author's(plural) Note's:
Danielle: Well, this fic was written by two best friends that have known each other since..... what 5 or 4th grade now? *Nervous laugh* But only this year have we become best friends. I want to thank god for blessing us with our random insanity, and our love for Harry Potter and movies. I also want to say, God, you have blessed both of us with humor, friendship, hope, joy(especially in my life), insanity and love. Thanks. Now I leave it to Devin!
Devin: Hiii! This is my first fic EVER and....I am thanking Danielle....becuz she's cool. eh-heh, yup. And because I like her font!!!!! Also, I'm happy that I don't think that she hates me any more like I used to in 6th grade and that we are both very insane, and that we are both fuunny, and haven't killed each other yet! *ahem* and I want to thank our math teacher for inspiring me to put THE GRINCH in our story!! MUAHAHA! Aaand...I'm running out of things to say...so like our story!
Snape fumbles through his dresser draw at hogwarts, to find his favorite
sock missing.
"ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY PINK SOCKY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!" He cries out loud.
"Bock?" Snape is shocked to find, when he turns around, a chicken standing, his beloved pink sock in it's beak. "Bock?" it repeats.
"C'mere nice little chicken, I won't hurt you...." Snape manages to get 2 feet from the chicken. He goes to jump on it, and the Chicken disappears.
"DAMNIT! MY SOCKY!!!!!!!!!!" Snape yells.
~~~~~~~~Meanwhile, at The Grinch's... far......far..........far away home....~~~~~~~~~~~
"So Chicky, what have you brought me as proof of this school's existence?" The Grinch grabs the sock, and looks confused.
"A Sock?! What am I to do with this?" He suddenly gets an idea. "CHICKY! YOU GENIUS!!!!!!" Picking the chicken up and planting a kiss on it's beak, then setting it down, the Grinch runs from the room to his workshop to put action to his latest invention to ruin Christmas.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Several Hours later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"AHA! I'VE DONE IT! THIS CHRISTMAS STOCKING SUCKER WILL REMOVE ALL STOCKINGS FROM TOWN, PREVENTING THE DELIVERY OF THE GIFTS TO COME IN THEM!!!!!!!!I AM GENIUS!!!!!!!!"
The chicken stares at him in confusion. "Bock?"
The Grinch glares at him and pays no more notice. "Now now...How to get this started...?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BACK AT HOGWARTS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"My sock...is gone..."Snape says, finally realizing the obvious. He stares at the spot where the chicken was and gets a crazed look on his face. "MY SOCK!!!!!!" he cries, and leaps onto the ground in that specific spot, and is suddenly transported to the Grinch's lair. The Grinch turns to look at Snape, and suddenly Snape is overcome by an alien emotion. LOVE.
The Grinch, being a smart little doobie, immediately comprehends the look on our favorite potions teacher's face. "Ohhhhhhh no."
Snape walks towards the Grinch as if in a trance, his love controlling every motion. The Grinch hasa look of pure fear on his face and he looks around wildly for a way to escape. His eyes fall on the window. He jerks open the window and leaps out, falling with a splat on the cold concrete below.
"Noooooo, my love!" Snape wails, and then sees his sock. "SOCKY!" He grabbed the sock to find it had a hole.
"GOD DAMMIT, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Last thing we've heard of snape? He's still grieving over the loss of his poor SOCKY, which he gave a proper burial to on the 3rd of December, 2001.
~END~
Author's(plural) Note's:
Danielle: Well, this fic was written by two best friends that have known each other since..... what 5 or 4th grade now? *Nervous laugh* But only this year have we become best friends. I want to thank god for blessing us with our random insanity, and our love for Harry Potter and movies. I also want to say, God, you have blessed both of us with humor, friendship, hope, joy(especially in my life), insanity and love. Thanks. Now I leave it to Devin!
Devin: Hiii! This is my first fic EVER and....I am thanking Danielle....becuz she's cool. eh-heh, yup. And because I like her font!!!!! Also, I'm happy that I don't think that she hates me any more like I used to in 6th grade and that we are both very insane, and that we are both fuunny, and haven't killed each other yet! *ahem* and I want to thank our math teacher for inspiring me to put THE GRINCH in our story!! MUAHAHA! Aaand...I'm running out of things to say...so like our story!
