The Third Coincidence
Disclaimer: Look, I didn't nearly forget it this time! *fanfare* Yeah, so, I'll have to thank my reviewers, just as soon as I check my e-mail. *audience member: LAZY BUM!!!!!!* Umm, when did I get an audience? Wait, isn't this the disclaimer? Umm, yeah, so I own nothing in this story, except for the so-called plot, and I think portions of that belong to this dude, and he has, like, a name, but, I ,like, don't know what it is...maybe it's Bob...
AHEM!
Oh, yeah, random, not-so-mangled nonsense! Yeah, so thank you's will be at the end of this coincidence.
Ummm...what did I forget...? I don't know...
Yeah, so, here we go:
*charges heroically into a wall*
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A Series of Coincidences That Just Happen to Look Like a Plot
The Third Coincidence
By: Queen of Zan aka Crazy girl who wanders the halls (heh, hi, Cajun Rogue)
Hermione Granger was feeling very chipper. She had successfully gotten rid of Malfoy without Ron, Harry, or violence. She was congratulating herself, walking down the hall, when Blaise Zabini came up to her and asked her, "Um, Ms. Head Girl? Am I a girl or a boy?"
Hermione looked very scared. She was sincerely freaked out, even more so because she couldn't tell. "Umm..." she said, stalling for time. "Why don't you ask Luna Lovegood? She'll know," Hermione said, trying to look reassuring.
"Oh, all right," Blaise said, "Where is she?"
"Oh, somewhere down that way," Hermione said, vaguely waving her hand toward the end of the train. "You'll know her when you see her."
"Oh, all right," Blaise said, wandering off that way.
~That has GOT to be the most interesting encounter I've had with a Slytherin,~ Hermione thought to herself, returning to her pacing of the halls.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Luna Lovegood sat in her compartment, alone, reading the Quibbler, when a knock came at the door.
"Entrée!" she called.
"Oh, er, hi, Luna," Blaise Zabini began. "Um, I have a question."
"Oh, go ahead, shoot."
"Er," Blaise said nervously, "Could you tell me if I'm a girl or a boy?"
"Oh, sure," Luna said seriously. "Come here," she commanded.
Blaise approached her nervously. Luna looked Blaise over carefully. "Hmm..." she muttered.
All of a sudden, Luna grabbed Blaise, and kissed her/him.
"Definitely a boy," Luna announced, releasing Blaise, sitting down, and picking up her Quibbler.
"Thanks, Luna," Blaise said quickly before rushing out of the compartment.
~Crazy dude,~ Luna thought, shaking her head and turning her Quibbler upside-down.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore sat in his office, playing with Silly Putty. "Nice day," he said aloud.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Harry," Ron suddenly announced, "I love you."
Harry gasped. It was the dreaded Sophie Syndrome! There was no known cure, and it had to run its course.
"?" Harry said.
"No, '!'" Ron insisted.
"I like to say '?'!"
"I love you, Harry!" Ron said.
There was an awkward silence.
"Um, I think you mean 'Hermione', Ron."
"WHAAAAAT?!?!?!?!" Ron bellowed.
Harry cracked up. He thought this whole thing was infinitely funny to Harry. Except for the Sophie Syndrome. He wasn't fond of that. Not one bit.
"Fine," Ron said, "But I love you."
Harry started to scream. Ron cracked up.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Professor Severus Snape waited impatiently for the next bowl of petunias to arrive. "Those bloody Diricawls need to abuse Brian Zeogul more!" he burst out angrily.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Brian Zeogul was asleep. He snores rather loudly.
(A/N: Well, was that funny enough? I'm rather drowsy, so I kind of avoided the "plot" this coincidence. Yeah, I'm gonna go check my e-mail for the thank you section...
Ahh, yes!
Ahem, a thank you goes to the following:
Sophie: Why would I put the Zelda fanfic up because of you...? You scare me sometimes. Hey *evil glint in eye* did you like "Sophie Syndrome? *evil grim—er, GRIN*
Bearer of Bad News: How do you know my name? Actually, I wouldn't mind killing people needlessly...Say, Gilderoy Lockhart, perhaps? And thank you, yes, I do rock. (LIAR!) Shut UP, you!
Cajun Rogue: Yeah, maybe I should rethink the stalker thing...I mean, look at Bearer of Bad News! Lol And that's not right, you should ALWAYS have cheesecake! What kind of sick place do you live in?! And don't you just love chaos?
Fanfic Authors' Fanfic Author: If you lick, um, I mean look REAL close, you can see a very very faint plot buried deep beneath the nonsense. And, again, I love your mangled fanfic. It's the best! Oh, and for you demented people who like me, checking out Fanfic Authors' Fanfic Author's mangled Harry Potter fic would bring you great amusement. And if you don't, oh freakin' well! It's YOUR problem, moron! Ahem. Just kidding, I hope! Again, thanx for reviewing.
Insane Idiot: Um, I don't really think you are going to understand it, but you can try. *speaks to audience* Stand back, folks, there's going to be an explosion shortly. Wait, I have an audience?!?!
Oh, yeah, Sophie, it IS your fault the search engine was down!
Umm, again, I'm an idiot, so can somebody please tell me how to get my italics and bolds and junk to show up on FF.net? I use Word, if that helps.
So, yeah, next chappie up soon, hopefully. I'm trying to update weekly...
Again, REVIEW!! I'm so pathetic I would even be happy to get a flame! That's right, I'm giving you permission to flame me if you think it's crap!!
Well, TTFN! Try not to burn down anyone's house, 'kay? 'Specially not yours, 'cause then where would you sleep?
Oh, I don't own Silly Putty as a whole, either, but I've got some in my room...
Disclaimer: Look, I didn't nearly forget it this time! *fanfare* Yeah, so, I'll have to thank my reviewers, just as soon as I check my e-mail. *audience member: LAZY BUM!!!!!!* Umm, when did I get an audience? Wait, isn't this the disclaimer? Umm, yeah, so I own nothing in this story, except for the so-called plot, and I think portions of that belong to this dude, and he has, like, a name, but, I ,like, don't know what it is...maybe it's Bob...
AHEM!
Oh, yeah, random, not-so-mangled nonsense! Yeah, so thank you's will be at the end of this coincidence.
Ummm...what did I forget...? I don't know...
Yeah, so, here we go:
*charges heroically into a wall*
____________________________________________________________________________ __________
A Series of Coincidences That Just Happen to Look Like a Plot
The Third Coincidence
By: Queen of Zan aka Crazy girl who wanders the halls (heh, hi, Cajun Rogue)
Hermione Granger was feeling very chipper. She had successfully gotten rid of Malfoy without Ron, Harry, or violence. She was congratulating herself, walking down the hall, when Blaise Zabini came up to her and asked her, "Um, Ms. Head Girl? Am I a girl or a boy?"
Hermione looked very scared. She was sincerely freaked out, even more so because she couldn't tell. "Umm..." she said, stalling for time. "Why don't you ask Luna Lovegood? She'll know," Hermione said, trying to look reassuring.
"Oh, all right," Blaise said, "Where is she?"
"Oh, somewhere down that way," Hermione said, vaguely waving her hand toward the end of the train. "You'll know her when you see her."
"Oh, all right," Blaise said, wandering off that way.
~That has GOT to be the most interesting encounter I've had with a Slytherin,~ Hermione thought to herself, returning to her pacing of the halls.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Luna Lovegood sat in her compartment, alone, reading the Quibbler, when a knock came at the door.
"Entrée!" she called.
"Oh, er, hi, Luna," Blaise Zabini began. "Um, I have a question."
"Oh, go ahead, shoot."
"Er," Blaise said nervously, "Could you tell me if I'm a girl or a boy?"
"Oh, sure," Luna said seriously. "Come here," she commanded.
Blaise approached her nervously. Luna looked Blaise over carefully. "Hmm..." she muttered.
All of a sudden, Luna grabbed Blaise, and kissed her/him.
"Definitely a boy," Luna announced, releasing Blaise, sitting down, and picking up her Quibbler.
"Thanks, Luna," Blaise said quickly before rushing out of the compartment.
~Crazy dude,~ Luna thought, shaking her head and turning her Quibbler upside-down.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore sat in his office, playing with Silly Putty. "Nice day," he said aloud.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Harry," Ron suddenly announced, "I love you."
Harry gasped. It was the dreaded Sophie Syndrome! There was no known cure, and it had to run its course.
"?" Harry said.
"No, '!'" Ron insisted.
"I like to say '?'!"
"I love you, Harry!" Ron said.
There was an awkward silence.
"Um, I think you mean 'Hermione', Ron."
"WHAAAAAT?!?!?!?!" Ron bellowed.
Harry cracked up. He thought this whole thing was infinitely funny to Harry. Except for the Sophie Syndrome. He wasn't fond of that. Not one bit.
"Fine," Ron said, "But I love you."
Harry started to scream. Ron cracked up.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Professor Severus Snape waited impatiently for the next bowl of petunias to arrive. "Those bloody Diricawls need to abuse Brian Zeogul more!" he burst out angrily.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Brian Zeogul was asleep. He snores rather loudly.
(A/N: Well, was that funny enough? I'm rather drowsy, so I kind of avoided the "plot" this coincidence. Yeah, I'm gonna go check my e-mail for the thank you section...
Ahh, yes!
Ahem, a thank you goes to the following:
Sophie: Why would I put the Zelda fanfic up because of you...? You scare me sometimes. Hey *evil glint in eye* did you like "Sophie Syndrome? *evil grim—er, GRIN*
Bearer of Bad News: How do you know my name? Actually, I wouldn't mind killing people needlessly...Say, Gilderoy Lockhart, perhaps? And thank you, yes, I do rock. (LIAR!) Shut UP, you!
Cajun Rogue: Yeah, maybe I should rethink the stalker thing...I mean, look at Bearer of Bad News! Lol And that's not right, you should ALWAYS have cheesecake! What kind of sick place do you live in?! And don't you just love chaos?
Fanfic Authors' Fanfic Author: If you lick, um, I mean look REAL close, you can see a very very faint plot buried deep beneath the nonsense. And, again, I love your mangled fanfic. It's the best! Oh, and for you demented people who like me, checking out Fanfic Authors' Fanfic Author's mangled Harry Potter fic would bring you great amusement. And if you don't, oh freakin' well! It's YOUR problem, moron! Ahem. Just kidding, I hope! Again, thanx for reviewing.
Insane Idiot: Um, I don't really think you are going to understand it, but you can try. *speaks to audience* Stand back, folks, there's going to be an explosion shortly. Wait, I have an audience?!?!
Oh, yeah, Sophie, it IS your fault the search engine was down!
Umm, again, I'm an idiot, so can somebody please tell me how to get my italics and bolds and junk to show up on FF.net? I use Word, if that helps.
So, yeah, next chappie up soon, hopefully. I'm trying to update weekly...
Again, REVIEW!! I'm so pathetic I would even be happy to get a flame! That's right, I'm giving you permission to flame me if you think it's crap!!
Well, TTFN! Try not to burn down anyone's house, 'kay? 'Specially not yours, 'cause then where would you sleep?
Oh, I don't own Silly Putty as a whole, either, but I've got some in my room...