Adventures in Obvious Fanfiction Plotlines 1.5
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(i wonder why the chapters are numbered in tenths...?)
Draco and Malfoy stood there staring at each other for about a minute. Apparently they were dumbfounded that they could be so stupid as to run into each other twice in one day.
Finally, Malfoy spoke. "For Heaven's sake, Potter, get a new prescription!"
(hey, at least he didn't call him four-eyes or some other overly-used insult.)
Potter muttered, "Shut up, Malfoy." and began picking up his books. Malfoy did the same. Neither of the boys noticed that Harry had one too many books in his backpack when they were done. If fact, i'm betting that a certain book on the interpretation of dreams somehow managed to find its way into Harry's possesion. Who saw that one coming? *gives points to those who raise their hands*
Highly disgruntled at running into Potter, Draco went off to class anxiously wondering what to do about his new knowledge of his unconsious brain.
(i'm begining to wonder if i even need to eventually explain that, being as you already know what's going on, and if you don't, you probably don't care anyway.)
Potter ran off in the other direction, almost as disturbed, but not as disturbed as he would be once he read about Vinne. erm... i mean his dreams.
~TRELAWNY'S ROOM~
(*speaks to self* will not comment on divider, will not comment on divider...)
Professor Trewlany peered at the Slytherins over her glasses quizzically. "And where is the one called Draco, you ask? Why, he is right here."
Draco popped his head through the trap door and began to stammer an apology.
"Now, now, no need for that dear. I know where you have been."
Draco shifted uneasily and hoped that she was lying.
(aw... Malfoy is uncomfortable. poor baby.)
He walked over to Crabbe and Goyle and sat in between them silently while Professor Trelawny began again to mistly lead them in their lesson. Fortunately, neither of Draco's "friends" cared enough to ask about what Draco had been up to. They were hungry again.
(for toast?)
~GREEN HOUSE THREE~
(MANG!)
Harry darted in just as Professor Sprout had been demonstrating the proper way to deal with some plant or another that can shoot purple slushie at you, reminisent of the french peas in Veggietales "Josh and the Great Wall."
She shot him a disappoving look as he joined Ron and Hermione along the wall. He dodged a bit of slushie as it flew past him.
"How'd it go?" Ron whispered, refering to sending the letter to Sirius, which you would already know if you had been paying attention instead of being astounded at my usage of purple slushie.
"Shhh!" Hermione shushed him.
Professor Sprout was saying, "...They WRONG way to walk by these plants, Harry has just been kind enough to demonstrate for us. If you DON'T want to ruin your clothing, it should be done like this." She proceeded to stick her head in and out like a pigeon as she passed by the plants and over to where the famous triplet were standing. The plants seemed too stunned by how odd she looked to squirt at her and could be heard hiding very french-sounding snickers behind their leaves. They even looked like the peas.
(NO! not Harry and Ron! the plants! Man you people read weird things into my story.)
"Now, Harry, would you kindly explain to the class why you were late?"
(he should refuse. that would amuse me. hold on, i can make him refuse, can't i! wow.)
"No, i refuse." Harry said stoutly to the teacher.
Professor Sprout shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever." She then walked (again pigeon-like) back to where she was previously and resumed her lesson.
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Okay, so it was a short chapter. i know what's going to happen in the next one htough, so look forward to it soon. ciao!
...AND REVIEW, DARN YOU.
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(i wonder why the chapters are numbered in tenths...?)
Draco and Malfoy stood there staring at each other for about a minute. Apparently they were dumbfounded that they could be so stupid as to run into each other twice in one day.
Finally, Malfoy spoke. "For Heaven's sake, Potter, get a new prescription!"
(hey, at least he didn't call him four-eyes or some other overly-used insult.)
Potter muttered, "Shut up, Malfoy." and began picking up his books. Malfoy did the same. Neither of the boys noticed that Harry had one too many books in his backpack when they were done. If fact, i'm betting that a certain book on the interpretation of dreams somehow managed to find its way into Harry's possesion. Who saw that one coming? *gives points to those who raise their hands*
Highly disgruntled at running into Potter, Draco went off to class anxiously wondering what to do about his new knowledge of his unconsious brain.
(i'm begining to wonder if i even need to eventually explain that, being as you already know what's going on, and if you don't, you probably don't care anyway.)
Potter ran off in the other direction, almost as disturbed, but not as disturbed as he would be once he read about Vinne. erm... i mean his dreams.
~TRELAWNY'S ROOM~
(*speaks to self* will not comment on divider, will not comment on divider...)
Professor Trewlany peered at the Slytherins over her glasses quizzically. "And where is the one called Draco, you ask? Why, he is right here."
Draco popped his head through the trap door and began to stammer an apology.
"Now, now, no need for that dear. I know where you have been."
Draco shifted uneasily and hoped that she was lying.
(aw... Malfoy is uncomfortable. poor baby.)
He walked over to Crabbe and Goyle and sat in between them silently while Professor Trelawny began again to mistly lead them in their lesson. Fortunately, neither of Draco's "friends" cared enough to ask about what Draco had been up to. They were hungry again.
(for toast?)
~GREEN HOUSE THREE~
(MANG!)
Harry darted in just as Professor Sprout had been demonstrating the proper way to deal with some plant or another that can shoot purple slushie at you, reminisent of the french peas in Veggietales "Josh and the Great Wall."
She shot him a disappoving look as he joined Ron and Hermione along the wall. He dodged a bit of slushie as it flew past him.
"How'd it go?" Ron whispered, refering to sending the letter to Sirius, which you would already know if you had been paying attention instead of being astounded at my usage of purple slushie.
"Shhh!" Hermione shushed him.
Professor Sprout was saying, "...They WRONG way to walk by these plants, Harry has just been kind enough to demonstrate for us. If you DON'T want to ruin your clothing, it should be done like this." She proceeded to stick her head in and out like a pigeon as she passed by the plants and over to where the famous triplet were standing. The plants seemed too stunned by how odd she looked to squirt at her and could be heard hiding very french-sounding snickers behind their leaves. They even looked like the peas.
(NO! not Harry and Ron! the plants! Man you people read weird things into my story.)
"Now, Harry, would you kindly explain to the class why you were late?"
(he should refuse. that would amuse me. hold on, i can make him refuse, can't i! wow.)
"No, i refuse." Harry said stoutly to the teacher.
Professor Sprout shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever." She then walked (again pigeon-like) back to where she was previously and resumed her lesson.
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Okay, so it was a short chapter. i know what's going to happen in the next one htough, so look forward to it soon. ciao!
...AND REVIEW, DARN YOU.
