A/n: Okay, here is the next chapter of A Series of Coincidences That Just
Happen to Look Like a Plot!
I haven't gotten any reviews yet, BUT my friend Sophie was SUPPOSED to read
it and review it...*glares at Sophie* Well, all my friends like the idea, but
unfortunately I (don't have any friends[SHUT UP!])still don't have a plot
in my head...Ideas ARE useful! Review, be honest, if it's crap, tell me! I
don't really care, but I WANT TO KNOW!!! Okay, time to continue with this
random collection of freaky things!
Oops, disclaimer, huh? Um, I don't own any of Harry Potter. If I did, would I wear clothes from the Goodwill? Um, bad example, because their stuff is TRIPPY! I mean, it just r-o-x ROX! Ummm...
Luna Lovegood looked out a window to see a Diricawl and a boy sitting on top of a tree. The Diricawl seemed to be smacking the boy.
~I do hope he's okay,~ she thought as she went back to her Quibbler.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Um, good question," Harry said to Ron as he pulled over to the side of the road.
"And," Ron added, "Since when do you know how to drive?"
"Another good question," Harry replied, "that I do not know the answer to."
"Fabulous," Ron said dryly.
"Let's call for directions," Harry said.
"Yeah, sure. We'll just call the Muggles up on our portable fellytone and ask them for directions to a Wizarding school somewhere in Scotland. Hopefully. It might be in Britain. We don't know."
"Jeez, thanks, Hermione, I really needed that. Any way, I MEANT that I could send Hedwig, you KNOW that I'm used to living with Muggles."
"Oh, yeah..."
"Ron?"
"Yeah?"
"You're an idiot."
"Well, thanks, Hermione. Just the boost of confidence I needed."
(A/N: In case you can't tell, there's a lot of sarcasm here. They're 17 for Pete's sake!)
"Well," Harry said in a high-pitched voice, "you're quite welcome."
They both burst out laughing.
"But I really do think we need to solve this problem," Harry said after he stopped laughing.
Ron sighed. "Yeah..." ~I wonder what Hermione is doing right now...~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"What are YOU doing here?" Hermione demanded of Malfoy.
"Being completely creeped out by the crazy Mudblood girl talking to herself," he drawled in response.
~Hmm, good point.~
"Besides," he continued, "I have as much right to be out here as you do."
"Well, jerkwad, oops, I mean Malfoy, not really. You see, you are but a prefect, and I am Head Girl. This means I can order you away. Whoops, I just did. Buh-bye."
"What if I don't want to go, Mudblood?"
"Hmm, first, a detention for using the same insult on me twice in one conversation, which, frankly, is enough to last me all year. Second, you don't leave, I'll tell Dumbledore. Which would mean, no more prefect duties for you. Now beat it."
"Hmph," Malfoy 'hmph'-ed as he walked away, faintly pink.
~YES!! Score one for me!~ Hermione thought as she did a victory dance, getting slightly out of character.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
~How INSULTING! Honestly, she gets worse every day! Still, she was pretty cute as she told me off...~ Malfoy thought as he walked down the train to his compartment.
All the way back, he fantasized about killing Weasly so he could have Hermione and make out with her.
"Very disturbing," I said as I read what I just wrote. "Besides, I could never kill any of the Weaslys, I love them too much!
Ahem.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore pondered what he had just seen.
~Now why would a bowl of petunias fall past my window?~
He looked out the window again, just in time to see a bowl of Petunias fall past his window.
~Where DID they get a bowl that big? And why is a bowl full of a Muggle falling past my window? Aah, the mysteries of life...~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Brian Zeogul sat on top of a tree, watching a scarlet train go by. Just then, one of the Diricawls from his pack showed up and started hitting and berating him for no reason. He sighed.
~Buh-duh?~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/n: You likie? It doesn't matter if you don't, because I will continue writing it. But input is helpful, because I still do not have a plot in my head...SOPHIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Grr...
And Lo, the Magic Eight ball hath spake! Great shades of Elvis! Blue Wizard must DIE! I'm Hen-er-ry the eighth, I am! There are three really important things in life: Gold, platinum, and ketchup. But don't forget the duct tape! Rebel sheep say 'Moo!' Good evening, gentlemen, all your base are belong to us! WHAT YOU SAY?!?!? Mwah ha ha! MWAH HA HA, I TELL YOU! And Lo, the prophecy hath been fulfilled!
Oops, disclaimer, huh? Um, I don't own any of Harry Potter. If I did, would I wear clothes from the Goodwill? Um, bad example, because their stuff is TRIPPY! I mean, it just r-o-x ROX! Ummm...
Luna Lovegood looked out a window to see a Diricawl and a boy sitting on top of a tree. The Diricawl seemed to be smacking the boy.
~I do hope he's okay,~ she thought as she went back to her Quibbler.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Um, good question," Harry said to Ron as he pulled over to the side of the road.
"And," Ron added, "Since when do you know how to drive?"
"Another good question," Harry replied, "that I do not know the answer to."
"Fabulous," Ron said dryly.
"Let's call for directions," Harry said.
"Yeah, sure. We'll just call the Muggles up on our portable fellytone and ask them for directions to a Wizarding school somewhere in Scotland. Hopefully. It might be in Britain. We don't know."
"Jeez, thanks, Hermione, I really needed that. Any way, I MEANT that I could send Hedwig, you KNOW that I'm used to living with Muggles."
"Oh, yeah..."
"Ron?"
"Yeah?"
"You're an idiot."
"Well, thanks, Hermione. Just the boost of confidence I needed."
(A/N: In case you can't tell, there's a lot of sarcasm here. They're 17 for Pete's sake!)
"Well," Harry said in a high-pitched voice, "you're quite welcome."
They both burst out laughing.
"But I really do think we need to solve this problem," Harry said after he stopped laughing.
Ron sighed. "Yeah..." ~I wonder what Hermione is doing right now...~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"What are YOU doing here?" Hermione demanded of Malfoy.
"Being completely creeped out by the crazy Mudblood girl talking to herself," he drawled in response.
~Hmm, good point.~
"Besides," he continued, "I have as much right to be out here as you do."
"Well, jerkwad, oops, I mean Malfoy, not really. You see, you are but a prefect, and I am Head Girl. This means I can order you away. Whoops, I just did. Buh-bye."
"What if I don't want to go, Mudblood?"
"Hmm, first, a detention for using the same insult on me twice in one conversation, which, frankly, is enough to last me all year. Second, you don't leave, I'll tell Dumbledore. Which would mean, no more prefect duties for you. Now beat it."
"Hmph," Malfoy 'hmph'-ed as he walked away, faintly pink.
~YES!! Score one for me!~ Hermione thought as she did a victory dance, getting slightly out of character.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
~How INSULTING! Honestly, she gets worse every day! Still, she was pretty cute as she told me off...~ Malfoy thought as he walked down the train to his compartment.
All the way back, he fantasized about killing Weasly so he could have Hermione and make out with her.
"Very disturbing," I said as I read what I just wrote. "Besides, I could never kill any of the Weaslys, I love them too much!
Ahem.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore pondered what he had just seen.
~Now why would a bowl of petunias fall past my window?~
He looked out the window again, just in time to see a bowl of Petunias fall past his window.
~Where DID they get a bowl that big? And why is a bowl full of a Muggle falling past my window? Aah, the mysteries of life...~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Brian Zeogul sat on top of a tree, watching a scarlet train go by. Just then, one of the Diricawls from his pack showed up and started hitting and berating him for no reason. He sighed.
~Buh-duh?~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/n: You likie? It doesn't matter if you don't, because I will continue writing it. But input is helpful, because I still do not have a plot in my head...SOPHIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Grr...
And Lo, the Magic Eight ball hath spake! Great shades of Elvis! Blue Wizard must DIE! I'm Hen-er-ry the eighth, I am! There are three really important things in life: Gold, platinum, and ketchup. But don't forget the duct tape! Rebel sheep say 'Moo!' Good evening, gentlemen, all your base are belong to us! WHAT YOU SAY?!?!? Mwah ha ha! MWAH HA HA, I TELL YOU! And Lo, the prophecy hath been fulfilled!