Note: I hope you enjoyed my story. It was as ridiculous, zany, stupid, and
messed up as they come, but that was the fun in it! I will be making an
epilouge, but it is only going to be a couple of sentances long. So, come
back!! Please?!
Disclaimer: I own Claricka, Roslyn, and Kathralyn. I do not own Oliver Wood, or Harry Potter OR anything to DO with Harry Potter.
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Chapter 6: The Clone in the Kilt
It was midnight. Claricka, Roslyn, and Kathralyn were all sitting around the fire. Oliver was sleeping. He passed out, after Kathralyn kissed him with awful breath. She had beer on her breath. The girl was always drunk!
Claricka frowned, after a moment.
"Guys..?" she said, thoughtfully. "I was just thinking.."
Roslyn seemed to burst with with laugher.
"Haha, shut up!" Claricka sneered. "I'm SERIOUS!"
"Ok, spill," Roslyn said, seriously.
"If we have Oliver here, and we aren't planning on returning that video OR him...Won't people come to us? I mean, if we tell the people we have him, they'll make us give him up. If we don't, we would be charged for murder. Come on! We are the freaks here! No one cares about us! They'd be happy to sentence us! Everyone hates us!"
Roslyn was taken aback by her sister's intelligence. She lacked it, but she actually made a good point!
"Good point, Claricka," Roslyn said. "You feel alright?"
"No, actually," Claricka responded.
"Oh, ok!" Roslyn said casually. She shrugged.
A moment crept by, silently as the sisters rummaged through their brains (or the ones they lacked) for an idea.
"I know!" Roslyn finally announced. "We shall clone him and send him back to the rest of the world. We'll keep the original, of course!"
After hearing her sister's approval, she ran into the house, to find a spell book which would make another copy of Sean.
"What is she doing?" Kathralyn asked. As usual, she didn't understand. Claricka shook her head and rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe she was so dumb when she felt well. She continued staring into space.
Roslyn finally ran out with two Sean's, after about twenty minutes. One was in a kilt. The other had on the lovely gray sweater, Oliver wore when he was teaching Harry how to play Quidditch in "Harry Potter in the Sorcerer's Stone". He was the real one.
"Roslyn, why's he in a kilt?" Claricka asked.
"Oh, well, we have to send him back wearing something! I could only find a kilt!"
"I heard a funny joke!" Claricka yelled. "What do you call a Scot with a very long kilt?"
"What?" Roslyn asked, bemused.
"A bloody liar!" Claricka said, laughing. Kilts made her laugh, because of that joke.
So, they sent him to the world and lived with the REAL Sean Biggerstaff.
They all lived happily, and drunkenly, ever after.
Disclaimer: I own Claricka, Roslyn, and Kathralyn. I do not own Oliver Wood, or Harry Potter OR anything to DO with Harry Potter.
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Chapter 6: The Clone in the Kilt
It was midnight. Claricka, Roslyn, and Kathralyn were all sitting around the fire. Oliver was sleeping. He passed out, after Kathralyn kissed him with awful breath. She had beer on her breath. The girl was always drunk!
Claricka frowned, after a moment.
"Guys..?" she said, thoughtfully. "I was just thinking.."
Roslyn seemed to burst with with laugher.
"Haha, shut up!" Claricka sneered. "I'm SERIOUS!"
"Ok, spill," Roslyn said, seriously.
"If we have Oliver here, and we aren't planning on returning that video OR him...Won't people come to us? I mean, if we tell the people we have him, they'll make us give him up. If we don't, we would be charged for murder. Come on! We are the freaks here! No one cares about us! They'd be happy to sentence us! Everyone hates us!"
Roslyn was taken aback by her sister's intelligence. She lacked it, but she actually made a good point!
"Good point, Claricka," Roslyn said. "You feel alright?"
"No, actually," Claricka responded.
"Oh, ok!" Roslyn said casually. She shrugged.
A moment crept by, silently as the sisters rummaged through their brains (or the ones they lacked) for an idea.
"I know!" Roslyn finally announced. "We shall clone him and send him back to the rest of the world. We'll keep the original, of course!"
After hearing her sister's approval, she ran into the house, to find a spell book which would make another copy of Sean.
"What is she doing?" Kathralyn asked. As usual, she didn't understand. Claricka shook her head and rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe she was so dumb when she felt well. She continued staring into space.
Roslyn finally ran out with two Sean's, after about twenty minutes. One was in a kilt. The other had on the lovely gray sweater, Oliver wore when he was teaching Harry how to play Quidditch in "Harry Potter in the Sorcerer's Stone". He was the real one.
"Roslyn, why's he in a kilt?" Claricka asked.
"Oh, well, we have to send him back wearing something! I could only find a kilt!"
"I heard a funny joke!" Claricka yelled. "What do you call a Scot with a very long kilt?"
"What?" Roslyn asked, bemused.
"A bloody liar!" Claricka said, laughing. Kilts made her laugh, because of that joke.
So, they sent him to the world and lived with the REAL Sean Biggerstaff.
They all lived happily, and drunkenly, ever after.