Lacci looked up at Emmu. "Hey!" she called. "What's going on? What was that about?"

Emmu looked back down at Lacci. "Sorry, it didn't interfere with the story, did it? It was just a joke. And it wasn't even during one of your scenes."

Lacci shook her head. "but it interrupted the basic rhythym of the story!!"

Emmu laughed. "RHYTHM?? Hah! There's no rhythm to this story. And besides, you're interrupting the story even more by talking to me. I'm the author, I have special priveledges. Now go back there and do... charactery stuff. You shouldn't even be able to speak english yet."

"Charactery stuff? Ok. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIII!!!!" Lacci screamed a deafeningly loud scream and attacked her creator with the force of a large plaid boulder made of concrete soaked in pickle juice and dropped off a 2 foot cliff. Emmu disappeared and appeared again 10 feet behind Lacci.

"Neet description," Lacci commented, standing up. "You know, this would be so much cooler if you weren't writing every word I say."

"I know," Emmu said, smiling. "But you know, if you wrote the fanfic, we'd all be in serious trouble. First off, you cant write."

"That's true."

"Yeah, so, sorry everyone who had to read this completely un-fic-related chapter, we'll get back to the story now."

Harry walked in, looking indignant. Wait, I want to say something!"

"No," Emmu said, and the fic continued.