[A/N: Yay! Tuesday time! Hope you enjoyed this so far! XD]
Tuesday:
[Those present: Dr. Phil, Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Professor Trelawney, Professor Quirrel, and Hermione Granger.]
Dr. Phil: First off, I'd like to apologize for yesterday's happenings. I just lost control of myself, and some things--
Pettigrew: {staring around with a blank expression} Cincinnati dancing pig, he's the barnyard mister big! Cincinnati dancing pig, with his riggedy, jiggedy, jiggedy, jiggedy jig-a-jig-jig!
{Silence}
Dr. Phil: All right, then. I'd also like to welcome two of our new members, Hermione Granger, and Professor Quirrel. Yes, Professor Quirrel is that heap of super-glued pebbles over there. He had a bit of a.. mishap, but is recovering as best he can.
*Professor Quirrel rocks back and forth.*
Professor Quirrel: Seize him! Seize him! Seize him! Seize him! Seize him!
Hermione: I once read in Hogwarts, a History that--
Lucius: Shut up, Mudblood.
Draco: But father, you love Herm--
*Lucius slaps his hand over Draco's mouth.*
Lucius: Aa-hah-hah.. Draco. What a little joker.
*Hermione stares, her eyes as wide as dinner plates.*
Pettigrew: Here comes Peter Cottontail hoppin' down the bunny trail! Hippity hoppity! Easter's on its way!
Professor Trelawney: But my dear, it's not even Christmas!
Pettigrew: Easter's on its way!
Professor Trelawney: But I'm cer--
Voldemort: Don't argue with him. You won't get anything established.
*Professor Trelawney sighs.*
Dr. Phil: May I intrude?
Lucius: No.
Dr. Phil: I want to actually accomplish something today. We should all talk about our problems, now.
Hermione: Dr. Phil is right. This can't be therapy if all we do is pester each other.
Professor Quirrel: Couldn't have said it b-better, myself. Five p-points to G-Gryffindor, Miss G-Granger. Seize him!
Draco: Hey! You're not a professor anymore!
Professor Quirrel: SEIZE HIM!
Dr. Phil: Alright, Mr. Quirrel. Since you seem to be quite talkative today, tell us your problems.
Professor Quirrel: I'm a h-heap of ashes and p-pebble. My s-skin was burned because of love when V-Voldemort was in-inhabiting my b-body, and n-now, I'm s-superglued b-back together. I a-also have a st-st-stuttering p- problem that I'm c-constantly t-teased for. I will n-never make a f-full recovery from my r-rock-like s-self, and I those i-idiots at speech therapy got s-scared and wouldn't l-let me in! SEIZE HIM!
{Silence.}
Professor Quirrel: And this was all because of H-HARRY P-POTTER!
*Everyone in the room winces.*
Voldemort: Don't SAY that name!
Professor Quirrel: T-terribly sorry. SEIZE HIM!
Dr. Phil: Why, thank you, Mr. Quirrel for your unique story. Hm. Mr. Pettigrew? Why don't you tell us your story?
Pettigrew: Buffalo Gals, won't you come out tonight? Come out tonight, come out tonight? Buffalo Gals, won't you come out tonight? And dance by the light of the moon.
Hermione: I think there's a simple spell for this. I think I read it somewhere in the Standard Book of Spells when I was once bored. That reminds me! I have an assignment do for Professor Snape on the contribution of simple spells to potions!
Voldemort: What's that? My Snapey-wapey?
Hermione: Uh..
Voldemort: You didn't hear that!
Hermione: But sir, I did--
Voldemort: {pointing his wand at Hermione} Avad--
Draco: Stop! Stop! Stop!
Voldemort: Draco?
Draco: {sniffling} You can't do that to her! Potter loves her! And I love Potter! And if you kill her, Potter will be extremely sorrowful over her death, and won't have the time or inspiration to snog me!
{Silence.}
Dr. Phil: Eh.. I think that's enough for today. I'll see you all tomorrow!
Pettigrew: But he's got high hopes! He's got high hopes! He's got high apple pie in the sky hopes! So any time you're getting low, 'stead of letting go, just remember that ant! Oops there goes another rubber tree plant!
Tuesday:
[Those present: Dr. Phil, Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Professor Trelawney, Professor Quirrel, and Hermione Granger.]
Dr. Phil: First off, I'd like to apologize for yesterday's happenings. I just lost control of myself, and some things--
Pettigrew: {staring around with a blank expression} Cincinnati dancing pig, he's the barnyard mister big! Cincinnati dancing pig, with his riggedy, jiggedy, jiggedy, jiggedy jig-a-jig-jig!
{Silence}
Dr. Phil: All right, then. I'd also like to welcome two of our new members, Hermione Granger, and Professor Quirrel. Yes, Professor Quirrel is that heap of super-glued pebbles over there. He had a bit of a.. mishap, but is recovering as best he can.
*Professor Quirrel rocks back and forth.*
Professor Quirrel: Seize him! Seize him! Seize him! Seize him! Seize him!
Hermione: I once read in Hogwarts, a History that--
Lucius: Shut up, Mudblood.
Draco: But father, you love Herm--
*Lucius slaps his hand over Draco's mouth.*
Lucius: Aa-hah-hah.. Draco. What a little joker.
*Hermione stares, her eyes as wide as dinner plates.*
Pettigrew: Here comes Peter Cottontail hoppin' down the bunny trail! Hippity hoppity! Easter's on its way!
Professor Trelawney: But my dear, it's not even Christmas!
Pettigrew: Easter's on its way!
Professor Trelawney: But I'm cer--
Voldemort: Don't argue with him. You won't get anything established.
*Professor Trelawney sighs.*
Dr. Phil: May I intrude?
Lucius: No.
Dr. Phil: I want to actually accomplish something today. We should all talk about our problems, now.
Hermione: Dr. Phil is right. This can't be therapy if all we do is pester each other.
Professor Quirrel: Couldn't have said it b-better, myself. Five p-points to G-Gryffindor, Miss G-Granger. Seize him!
Draco: Hey! You're not a professor anymore!
Professor Quirrel: SEIZE HIM!
Dr. Phil: Alright, Mr. Quirrel. Since you seem to be quite talkative today, tell us your problems.
Professor Quirrel: I'm a h-heap of ashes and p-pebble. My s-skin was burned because of love when V-Voldemort was in-inhabiting my b-body, and n-now, I'm s-superglued b-back together. I a-also have a st-st-stuttering p- problem that I'm c-constantly t-teased for. I will n-never make a f-full recovery from my r-rock-like s-self, and I those i-idiots at speech therapy got s-scared and wouldn't l-let me in! SEIZE HIM!
{Silence.}
Professor Quirrel: And this was all because of H-HARRY P-POTTER!
*Everyone in the room winces.*
Voldemort: Don't SAY that name!
Professor Quirrel: T-terribly sorry. SEIZE HIM!
Dr. Phil: Why, thank you, Mr. Quirrel for your unique story. Hm. Mr. Pettigrew? Why don't you tell us your story?
Pettigrew: Buffalo Gals, won't you come out tonight? Come out tonight, come out tonight? Buffalo Gals, won't you come out tonight? And dance by the light of the moon.
Hermione: I think there's a simple spell for this. I think I read it somewhere in the Standard Book of Spells when I was once bored. That reminds me! I have an assignment do for Professor Snape on the contribution of simple spells to potions!
Voldemort: What's that? My Snapey-wapey?
Hermione: Uh..
Voldemort: You didn't hear that!
Hermione: But sir, I did--
Voldemort: {pointing his wand at Hermione} Avad--
Draco: Stop! Stop! Stop!
Voldemort: Draco?
Draco: {sniffling} You can't do that to her! Potter loves her! And I love Potter! And if you kill her, Potter will be extremely sorrowful over her death, and won't have the time or inspiration to snog me!
{Silence.}
Dr. Phil: Eh.. I think that's enough for today. I'll see you all tomorrow!
Pettigrew: But he's got high hopes! He's got high hopes! He's got high apple pie in the sky hopes! So any time you're getting low, 'stead of letting go, just remember that ant! Oops there goes another rubber tree plant!
