*Inside Dumbledore's office, there is a large swirly chair, you know those chairs that go "spin spin spin" and they're really fun, and big bosses have leather ones...? Well Dumbledore has one now too...*
Hermione: *plops down Ron and Harry, Ron is cradling the scissors and singing "Yearbook" by Hanson ("Dear Amy, See you in September, Hope You Will Remember me next year" etc.), with different words: "Dear Amy, I doubt I see you in September, I don't think you'll remember me next year" and then adding nastily: "BECAUSE I KILLED THE DAMN BITCH BWAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!"* *Harry is looking at Fawks, who Ron has just thrown a lit match at, thus causing Fawks to burst into flames, Dumbledore's chair isn't facing Hermione, so she clears her throat*
Dumbledore: *snorts* Huh? *turns chair around* Oh, hullo, Ms. Granger! Oh, and by the way, Fawks wasn't supposed to be reborn, he was just reborn about a month ago... hmmm...
Hermione: Hullo, Professor. I was wondering, if it was possible to... erm... *looks uncomfortable, she glances at Harry and then at Ron, who has now moved onto singing "Dirty" by Christina Aguilera*
Ron: *stops singing "Dirty" and says in a very suggestive voice to the scissors* Let me be good to you...
Dumbledore: My, My...*his head drops, and he begins to snore, he's asleep*
Hermione: Ummm... Professor?
Dumbledore: *raises head quickley* Huh? wha? *looking around, and then settles his eyes on Hermione* Just a bit of narkelpsy ((A/N: sorry... I dunno how to spell it... :P)), nothing to worry about, as you were saying?
Hermione: I was wondering if *is interupted by Dumbledore's snoring*
Ron: I do believe you are boring him, Hermione.
Harry: *frantic* Why isn't Fawks coming up out of his ashes?
Ron: BECAUSE HE'S DEAD! MWAHAHAHAHA! I LIT HIM ON FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!
Hermione: Oh dear... ummm... *snatches scissors away from Ron* Harry, you stay here and guard Dumbledore, I'm going to talk to McGonnagal.
Ron: hey! That wasn't very nice!
Harry: May I have the scissors?
Hermione: *flatly* No.
Harry: Dammit. Oh well then, okay. *looks at the pencils*
Hermione: *sighs, not realizing Harry and Ron's longing stares at the ordinary office supplies that could potentially be deadly weapons of mass distruction in Ron's case, and in Harry's case as items to kill one's self, otherwise known as weapons of suicide* Well, I best be off then, I'll see you lot in about ten minutes, cheerio! *leaves out the door*
Harry: *once Hermione is gone* I call the envelope opener!
Ron: That's NOT fair!
Harry: *shrug* Yes, but you get the pencils, and after I'm gone, you can have all these deadly weapons PLUS this shiney, sharp object.
Hermione: *pokes her head in* Don't even think about it. *leaves again*
Harry and Ron: Damn, she's good.
Dumbledore: *snorts himself awake* Hello, boys, back so soon after noon time tea?
Harry: Its 11:30 at night, Sir.
Dumbledore: Ah, well, then you best be in bed, you can come to mine if you'd like... I mean... Never mind.
Harry: No thanks, can I go to Cho's?
Dumbledore: Well I suppose... wait a tick...? Didn't she catch you creeping around her dorm yesterday?
Harry: *nervously* ummm... Maybe....
Dumbledore: Its not healthy to have an obsession like this.
Ron: Right you are, Bumbley-Dumbleydore.
Dumbledore: Don't call me that.
Ron: *screams girlishly* OH MY GOD! FAWKS IS DEAD! *sings into his shoulder to the tune of "The wicked witch is dead" from the wizard of oz* Ding dong the damn pigeon, the damn pigeon, the damn pigeon, ding dong that damn pigeon is dead.
Dumbledore: Where are my matches?
Ron: *stops singing* Why do you ask?
Harry: *frantic* RON LIT FAWKS ON FIRE!!!
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A/N: You'll find out how Hermione and McGonnagal's conversation went. Lets have a recap, shall we? Dumbledore is Narkeleptic, Ron is criminally insane, Harry is suicide and possibley obsessive compulsive, Ginny is as normal as she could possibley be, only she's a bit more desperate, and Hermione is normal. McGonnagal? Well... I don't know... lol. R/R no flames.
Hermione: *plops down Ron and Harry, Ron is cradling the scissors and singing "Yearbook" by Hanson ("Dear Amy, See you in September, Hope You Will Remember me next year" etc.), with different words: "Dear Amy, I doubt I see you in September, I don't think you'll remember me next year" and then adding nastily: "BECAUSE I KILLED THE DAMN BITCH BWAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!"* *Harry is looking at Fawks, who Ron has just thrown a lit match at, thus causing Fawks to burst into flames, Dumbledore's chair isn't facing Hermione, so she clears her throat*
Dumbledore: *snorts* Huh? *turns chair around* Oh, hullo, Ms. Granger! Oh, and by the way, Fawks wasn't supposed to be reborn, he was just reborn about a month ago... hmmm...
Hermione: Hullo, Professor. I was wondering, if it was possible to... erm... *looks uncomfortable, she glances at Harry and then at Ron, who has now moved onto singing "Dirty" by Christina Aguilera*
Ron: *stops singing "Dirty" and says in a very suggestive voice to the scissors* Let me be good to you...
Dumbledore: My, My...*his head drops, and he begins to snore, he's asleep*
Hermione: Ummm... Professor?
Dumbledore: *raises head quickley* Huh? wha? *looking around, and then settles his eyes on Hermione* Just a bit of narkelpsy ((A/N: sorry... I dunno how to spell it... :P)), nothing to worry about, as you were saying?
Hermione: I was wondering if *is interupted by Dumbledore's snoring*
Ron: I do believe you are boring him, Hermione.
Harry: *frantic* Why isn't Fawks coming up out of his ashes?
Ron: BECAUSE HE'S DEAD! MWAHAHAHAHA! I LIT HIM ON FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!
Hermione: Oh dear... ummm... *snatches scissors away from Ron* Harry, you stay here and guard Dumbledore, I'm going to talk to McGonnagal.
Ron: hey! That wasn't very nice!
Harry: May I have the scissors?
Hermione: *flatly* No.
Harry: Dammit. Oh well then, okay. *looks at the pencils*
Hermione: *sighs, not realizing Harry and Ron's longing stares at the ordinary office supplies that could potentially be deadly weapons of mass distruction in Ron's case, and in Harry's case as items to kill one's self, otherwise known as weapons of suicide* Well, I best be off then, I'll see you lot in about ten minutes, cheerio! *leaves out the door*
Harry: *once Hermione is gone* I call the envelope opener!
Ron: That's NOT fair!
Harry: *shrug* Yes, but you get the pencils, and after I'm gone, you can have all these deadly weapons PLUS this shiney, sharp object.
Hermione: *pokes her head in* Don't even think about it. *leaves again*
Harry and Ron: Damn, she's good.
Dumbledore: *snorts himself awake* Hello, boys, back so soon after noon time tea?
Harry: Its 11:30 at night, Sir.
Dumbledore: Ah, well, then you best be in bed, you can come to mine if you'd like... I mean... Never mind.
Harry: No thanks, can I go to Cho's?
Dumbledore: Well I suppose... wait a tick...? Didn't she catch you creeping around her dorm yesterday?
Harry: *nervously* ummm... Maybe....
Dumbledore: Its not healthy to have an obsession like this.
Ron: Right you are, Bumbley-Dumbleydore.
Dumbledore: Don't call me that.
Ron: *screams girlishly* OH MY GOD! FAWKS IS DEAD! *sings into his shoulder to the tune of "The wicked witch is dead" from the wizard of oz* Ding dong the damn pigeon, the damn pigeon, the damn pigeon, ding dong that damn pigeon is dead.
Dumbledore: Where are my matches?
Ron: *stops singing* Why do you ask?
Harry: *frantic* RON LIT FAWKS ON FIRE!!!
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A/N: You'll find out how Hermione and McGonnagal's conversation went. Lets have a recap, shall we? Dumbledore is Narkeleptic, Ron is criminally insane, Harry is suicide and possibley obsessive compulsive, Ginny is as normal as she could possibley be, only she's a bit more desperate, and Hermione is normal. McGonnagal? Well... I don't know... lol. R/R no flames.