Magic Beyond Magic
By: Wolfwood's Illegitimate Daughters
Disclaimer: You should know by now that we don't own anything. We are poor. Unless you want a blender, don't sue us. And even if you *want* the blender, don't sue us. We'll sic Teal'c on you. Kree! Oh, we don't own him, either. So...yeah.
A/N: Really, we're not as bad as we make ourselves out to be. We're the good kids! Ask anyone! We're insane, but not bad!
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"Dear..."
'Dear parents of Ms. Grewal and Ms. Kucera,
We are sending this as one letter, as it would be redundant to send two.
We don't want your kids anywhere near us. Attached is a restraining order. Please see to it that your children and your children's children do not come within ten miles of our gate.
Thank you, and have a nice day.
Sincerely,
Head of Fancy Scottish School'
Honestly girls, that's twenty-three schools you haven't gotten in to!" Krissie's mother chided, crossing another school off the list.
But luckily, right at that moment, an unconcious Argentinian...owl...fell down the chimney (5). It was carrying a letter.
'Dear Ms. Grewal and Ms. Kucera,
We are sending this as one letter as it would be redundant to send two.
We have decided, after careful consideration, to accept both of you into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.'
"Wait," Heim said," What the frell kind of school is this?"
"How the freaking frell should I freaking know...freaking." Krissie retorted.
Heim looked at her, then inched away, but not far enough that she couldn't read the letter...just far enough that she wasn't touching Krissie.
'We're terribly sorry about the delay in your reaching of this letter.'
"Those damn poachers shot down the owl," Heim muttered.
"Shut up," Krissie said," I'm gonna smack you," she added, smacking Heim in the side of the head.
'We had some trouble. We got lost over the Atlantic.'
"Wha-? The Atlantic? But...the Atlantic...but we're in...Okay! California to the- I get it! Okay!" Heim said, doing the little anime peace sign thingy. Krissie sweatdropped.
'Terribly sorry about the four-year delay.'
"Gee, thanks. I still had to have Hell," Krissie growled, and continued reading.
'Attached is your supply list. Please send an owl no later than July 1.'
"Why do we have to be punctual? You sure as frell weren't," Heim said. Krissie ignored her, and continued reading.
'Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress'
"Is this a boarding school?" Heim's mother asked.
'P.S. This is a boarding school.'
All four of their parents loomed over them.
"You're going! We love you, but you're going!" They said in unison.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
1-4 have already been explained. Haven't you been reading this?
5: Moulin Rouge...you've all seen it, right?
6-33 will be explained later.
34 has already been explained, as has 40. The rest will be later.
By: Wolfwood's Illegitimate Daughters
Disclaimer: You should know by now that we don't own anything. We are poor. Unless you want a blender, don't sue us. And even if you *want* the blender, don't sue us. We'll sic Teal'c on you. Kree! Oh, we don't own him, either. So...yeah.
A/N: Really, we're not as bad as we make ourselves out to be. We're the good kids! Ask anyone! We're insane, but not bad!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Dear..."
'Dear parents of Ms. Grewal and Ms. Kucera,
We are sending this as one letter, as it would be redundant to send two.
We don't want your kids anywhere near us. Attached is a restraining order. Please see to it that your children and your children's children do not come within ten miles of our gate.
Thank you, and have a nice day.
Sincerely,
Head of Fancy Scottish School'
Honestly girls, that's twenty-three schools you haven't gotten in to!" Krissie's mother chided, crossing another school off the list.
But luckily, right at that moment, an unconcious Argentinian...owl...fell down the chimney (5). It was carrying a letter.
'Dear Ms. Grewal and Ms. Kucera,
We are sending this as one letter as it would be redundant to send two.
We have decided, after careful consideration, to accept both of you into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.'
"Wait," Heim said," What the frell kind of school is this?"
"How the freaking frell should I freaking know...freaking." Krissie retorted.
Heim looked at her, then inched away, but not far enough that she couldn't read the letter...just far enough that she wasn't touching Krissie.
'We're terribly sorry about the delay in your reaching of this letter.'
"Those damn poachers shot down the owl," Heim muttered.
"Shut up," Krissie said," I'm gonna smack you," she added, smacking Heim in the side of the head.
'We had some trouble. We got lost over the Atlantic.'
"Wha-? The Atlantic? But...the Atlantic...but we're in...Okay! California to the- I get it! Okay!" Heim said, doing the little anime peace sign thingy. Krissie sweatdropped.
'Terribly sorry about the four-year delay.'
"Gee, thanks. I still had to have Hell," Krissie growled, and continued reading.
'Attached is your supply list. Please send an owl no later than July 1.'
"Why do we have to be punctual? You sure as frell weren't," Heim said. Krissie ignored her, and continued reading.
'Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress'
"Is this a boarding school?" Heim's mother asked.
'P.S. This is a boarding school.'
All four of their parents loomed over them.
"You're going! We love you, but you're going!" They said in unison.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
1-4 have already been explained. Haven't you been reading this?
5: Moulin Rouge...you've all seen it, right?
6-33 will be explained later.
34 has already been explained, as has 40. The rest will be later.
