[A/N: Thursday time! Hope you're enjoying the fic, and again, thanks for
reading this far!]
Thursday:
[Those present: Dr. Phil, Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Professor Trelawney, Professor Quirrel, Hermione Granger, Professor Snape, Ron Weasley, Fleur Delacour, and Madam Hooch.]
Dr. Phil: Well here we are again, in another exciting session of group therapy. I'd like to inform you all that I have not raised anything for my charity for marketing Dr. Phil bobble-head dolls. Woe is me. Anyhow, I'd like to welcome two new members, Fleur Delacour, and Madam Hooch.
Ron: Huh? Fleur? What's she here for?
Fleur: I am plagued-- *hic* Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques.. *hic* Dormez vous? Dormez vous? *hic* Sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines. *hic* Ding ding doooong! Ding ding doooong!
Ron: Uh..
Fleur: *Hic* Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques...
Ron: That's enough.
Hermione: But why is Madam Hooch here?
Ron: {sniffles} HERMIONE! I LOVE YOU!
Madam Hooch: I have an obsession. I LIVE Qudditch. I eat Quidditch, I drink Quidditch, I sleep Quidditch, I read Quidditch, I play Quidditch, I LOVE Quidditch!
Professor Trelawney: I had a vision that you were coming today, and that you will continue to say 'Quidditch' many times today.
Hermione: Well that's obvious.
Draco: These sessions just get stranger by the day.
Voldemort: Very true.
*Professor Snape clings to his Voldey-woldey.*
*Voldemort hugs his Snapey-wapey.*
Professor Quirrel: SEIZE HIM!
Fleur: Dormez vous? Dormez vous?
Pettigrew: I love you, you love me, we're a happy family--
Voldemort: NO! ANYTHING but that!
Pettigrew: If you're happy and you know it.. clap your hands?
*Everyone except Voldemort claps.*
Voldemort: NO!
Pettigrew: Well, then, why don't you sing?
Voldemort: Me?
Professor Snape: Go Voldey-woldey!
Voldemort: Um.. well.. When a man's an empty kettle, he should be on his mettle, and yet I'm torn apart. Just because I'm presumin' that I could be kinda human,
if I only had a heart!
*Everyone cheers.*
Voldemort: Thank you! You love me! You really love me!
Hermione: Actually, I..
Ron: SHUT UP, HERMIONE!
Voldemort: Very wise, Mr. Weasley.
Ron: {blushing} Aw, shucks.
Madam Hooch: Quidditch.
Professor Quirrel: SEIZE HIM!
Dr. Phil: Shouldn't we be moving along, now? Hm. Ms. Trelawney, why don't you tell us your story?
Professor Trelawney: Well, actually, I don't have much of a problem, but Professor Dumbledore urged me to come here, so I did. Anyhow, I am a true seer. True seers are very rare, and always make accurate predictions, but many Hogwarts students, like Miss Granger here--
Lucius: HEY! Don't pick on Hermione!
*Hermione convulses.*
Professor Trelawney: Back to what I was saying-- many Hogwarts students go around claiming I'm a fraud! How dare they! Dr. Phil: We all believe that you're a true seer. Don't we?
{Silence.}
Dr. Phil: Would you like to contribute to the Dr. Phil charity for marketing Dr. Phil bobble head dolls?
Professor Trelawney: No.
*Dr. Phil sighs.*
Fleur: Sonnez les matines. *hic* Sonnez les matines.
Pettigrew: I'm a little teapot, short and stout! Here is my handle, here is my spout! When I get all steamed up, hear me shout! Tip me over, and pour me out!
Draco: Hey! I LIKE that song!
*Lucius wheezes.*
Ron: Blackmail.. hm..
Draco: NO! DON'T TELL POTTER!
*Everyone winces.*
Voldemort: Don't say that name!
Quirrel: SEIZE HIM!
Fleur: Ding ding dong! *hic* Ding ding dong!
Madam Hooch: Quidditch!
Professor Snape: Be quiet!
Pettigrew: No! IIIIIIT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL! IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL! IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL! IT'S A SMALL, SMALL WORRRRRLDDDDDDDDD!
*Everyone screams.*
Dr. Phil: And so ends today's session! I'll see you tomorrow! Only three days to go.
Thursday:
[Those present: Dr. Phil, Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Professor Trelawney, Professor Quirrel, Hermione Granger, Professor Snape, Ron Weasley, Fleur Delacour, and Madam Hooch.]
Dr. Phil: Well here we are again, in another exciting session of group therapy. I'd like to inform you all that I have not raised anything for my charity for marketing Dr. Phil bobble-head dolls. Woe is me. Anyhow, I'd like to welcome two new members, Fleur Delacour, and Madam Hooch.
Ron: Huh? Fleur? What's she here for?
Fleur: I am plagued-- *hic* Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques.. *hic* Dormez vous? Dormez vous? *hic* Sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines. *hic* Ding ding doooong! Ding ding doooong!
Ron: Uh..
Fleur: *Hic* Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques...
Ron: That's enough.
Hermione: But why is Madam Hooch here?
Ron: {sniffles} HERMIONE! I LOVE YOU!
Madam Hooch: I have an obsession. I LIVE Qudditch. I eat Quidditch, I drink Quidditch, I sleep Quidditch, I read Quidditch, I play Quidditch, I LOVE Quidditch!
Professor Trelawney: I had a vision that you were coming today, and that you will continue to say 'Quidditch' many times today.
Hermione: Well that's obvious.
Draco: These sessions just get stranger by the day.
Voldemort: Very true.
*Professor Snape clings to his Voldey-woldey.*
*Voldemort hugs his Snapey-wapey.*
Professor Quirrel: SEIZE HIM!
Fleur: Dormez vous? Dormez vous?
Pettigrew: I love you, you love me, we're a happy family--
Voldemort: NO! ANYTHING but that!
Pettigrew: If you're happy and you know it.. clap your hands?
*Everyone except Voldemort claps.*
Voldemort: NO!
Pettigrew: Well, then, why don't you sing?
Voldemort: Me?
Professor Snape: Go Voldey-woldey!
Voldemort: Um.. well.. When a man's an empty kettle, he should be on his mettle, and yet I'm torn apart. Just because I'm presumin' that I could be kinda human,
if I only had a heart!
*Everyone cheers.*
Voldemort: Thank you! You love me! You really love me!
Hermione: Actually, I..
Ron: SHUT UP, HERMIONE!
Voldemort: Very wise, Mr. Weasley.
Ron: {blushing} Aw, shucks.
Madam Hooch: Quidditch.
Professor Quirrel: SEIZE HIM!
Dr. Phil: Shouldn't we be moving along, now? Hm. Ms. Trelawney, why don't you tell us your story?
Professor Trelawney: Well, actually, I don't have much of a problem, but Professor Dumbledore urged me to come here, so I did. Anyhow, I am a true seer. True seers are very rare, and always make accurate predictions, but many Hogwarts students, like Miss Granger here--
Lucius: HEY! Don't pick on Hermione!
*Hermione convulses.*
Professor Trelawney: Back to what I was saying-- many Hogwarts students go around claiming I'm a fraud! How dare they! Dr. Phil: We all believe that you're a true seer. Don't we?
{Silence.}
Dr. Phil: Would you like to contribute to the Dr. Phil charity for marketing Dr. Phil bobble head dolls?
Professor Trelawney: No.
*Dr. Phil sighs.*
Fleur: Sonnez les matines. *hic* Sonnez les matines.
Pettigrew: I'm a little teapot, short and stout! Here is my handle, here is my spout! When I get all steamed up, hear me shout! Tip me over, and pour me out!
Draco: Hey! I LIKE that song!
*Lucius wheezes.*
Ron: Blackmail.. hm..
Draco: NO! DON'T TELL POTTER!
*Everyone winces.*
Voldemort: Don't say that name!
Quirrel: SEIZE HIM!
Fleur: Ding ding dong! *hic* Ding ding dong!
Madam Hooch: Quidditch!
Professor Snape: Be quiet!
Pettigrew: No! IIIIIIT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL! IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL! IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL! IT'S A SMALL, SMALL WORRRRRLDDDDDDDDD!
*Everyone screams.*
Dr. Phil: And so ends today's session! I'll see you tomorrow! Only three days to go.
