I'M BAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And now to commence with my triumphant return to the internet after four weeks of groundedness, On With The Story!!!!!!! :
(Random caps, rampant commas)
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Gentlemen, Welcome to Flavor Country
The Narrator hops furiously behind Snape who shuffles furiously ahead of her. The narrator feels that she should be where the action is. I mean, How am I supposed to narrate when I'm out here in a corridor? Why—
"SHUT THE HELL UP YOU STUPID PONCE!!" Yelled Snape.
Oh hell no. it's on.
"oh I would love to see you try." Said Snape Saucily. Saucily?
"Saucily?" Said Snape.
Sorry, man, it's chapter eight and I'm running low on synonyms.
"S'okay. So, did you really have to go to the bathroom?"
uh, no. well, yes, um, well not anymore. Mostly I just wanted to leave the room.
"Right. So what are we going to do?"
Huh? About what?
Snape motions in the direction of Dumbledore's office. "That."
Oh. That. I dunno. You're the Double Agent, not me.
"Well we have to think of something! I thought that's why you got us outta there, so we could plot!"
Oh! Well, yes. Of course that was my plan all along.
They both sit down against a wall to ponder the circumstances.
Hey, maybe I could distract him and you could put a potato sack over his head and push him out the window.
"Hmm…no, that won't work. We mustn't reveal my treachery."
Please yourself.
They contemplate a little more.
"Oh, I know! You could go up to him and prod him with a red-hot poker and—"
stop right there, Snapey. I refuse point-blank to antagonize the Dark Lord.
"Well, Have You got a better Idea?" Snape said irritably
……um…..yes. Yes I think I have.
"Huh? You do?"
Yup.
"Well, spit it out!"
No need for snippyness.
Suddenly, before the narrator could as snape so eloquently put it "Spit it out" Draco Malfoy came running out into the hall screeching incomprehensibly. He dashed over to Snape and the Narrator, babbled incoherently and then fainted.
Snape and the Narrator stared down at Malfoy's unconscious body. The narrator kicked him a couple times. Each time he made a small noise.
Hee hee! *kick*
"mrph…"
Hee Hee! *kick*
"mrph…"
"Stop it already! I thought you had a plan." Said Snape.
I do. I do indeed. Suddenly Malfoy sat up and began to shriek again.
"YOU GUYS GOTTA GET BACK IN THERE THIS SECOND RIGHT NOW CHOP CHOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
We will leave it at this for the time being.
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Well I think that was like my first chapter since school started. So what if I'm a little rusty. I haven't had time for anything but homework and some sleep. High School is a Horrible Bitch-Goddess. Never go there if it can be avoided.
Anyhow, I'm sorry for this chapter, I had to write something. And I really do have a plan. Honest. I just didn't feel like typing anymore. Once again, I apologize. I'll do much better next time.
Oh, and about the title, its completely irrelevant. Disregard it. I hjust needed a title and have always wanted to say that.
Oooh! Look at the veins in my hands, their sticking out. Weird.
I'm babbling.
Je regrette