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Okay, enough groveling. In this chapter: Quidditch! Again!
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***
Harry Potter was ready. He had hours of preparation for this moment, and wasn't about to forget his task. He raised his knife...
And dug into his breakfast.
"You know, I think Harry takes breakfast a bit too seriously." Said Ron.
"I agree." Said Hermione.
***
Harry sat in the changing room, changed and ready to go. He had just patched up his argument with Ginny and Colin, although half of the school still snickered whenever they saw him. Oh, and it didn't help that he was wearing a chicken mask.
"Harry, take that chicken mask off." Said Ginny.
"Yes, Ginny." Said Harry, throwing his mask aside.
As the whole team slid an inch away from him, Ginny got up to give her pep talk.
"Okay, the good news is, Snape's not reffing!"
The whole team cheered.
"The bad news is, Slytherin's tried to sabotage our equipment! And if we're not careful, they'll try to sabotage us! YOU! Yes, you Slytherin hiding in one of the stalls! Get out of here!"
Crabbe grumbled, broke the locker door open, and lumbered away.
"That's my locker!" said Harry, horrified.
"Yes it is, Harry. You'd better check your broom, too!"
Harry checked his broom. It looked regular, had a smooth surface, and all in all, it didn't look sabotaged at all!
Besides the fact that it was a Cleansweep zero, of course.
Harry looked horrified. "A CLEANSWEEP ZERO!? I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THEY WENT THAT LOW!"
Ginny cursed. "Harry, they switched your broom with the worst broom that was ever made for QUIDDITCH!"
"Why, does it go less than 30MPH, top speed?"
"NO, but it cam hardly turn, hardly rise, hardly drop, and hardly go straight! Oh, and it has a 27MPH top speed."
Ron looked at Harry with pity. "Mate..." he said, "My brothers' OLD brooms went 45 MPH top speed!"
Harry put his head into his hands. "We've got to find my Firebolt!"
"NO TIME!" shouted Ginny.
"Fine, then can someone lend me their broom?"
"Er..." said the whole team.
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU!?"
"Harry..." said Colin finally, "No one wants to ride a Cleansweep zero. It's the worst broom imaginable!"
"And I got stuck on it." Said Harry, still unbelieving.
"OKAY!" shouted Ginny. "TIME TO GO!!!"
***
Up in the stands, near the scorer's box, was Ravenclaw Terry Boot.
"And, I'm your new UNBIASED commentator from Ravenclaw, Terry BOOT!" shouted Terry.
"Why can't I commentate?" whined Tyler, right under Terry.
"Because you, like Jordan, were BIASED towards your house!" said Professor McGonagall.
"But it's not just that!" said Tyler. "He has to be able to not let his emotions get in the way of fair commentating!"
"And you didn't, mister 'I got five penalties called on me?'"
Tyler just grumbled.
"AAAAANND HERE THEY ARE!" shouted Terry happily. "THE HUFFLEPUFFS, CONSISTING OF... WELL, SOME PEOPLE THAT I DON'T KNOW... ER, THREE CHASERS, TWO BEATERS, ONE KEEPER, AND SEEKER CHO CHANG!"
"I know them." Said Tyler grumpily. "There's... er... never mind."
"AAAAAAAND HERE COME THE GRYFFINDORS! I DON'T KNOW THEM EITHER, EXCEPT FOR RON WEASLEY, AND, OF COURSE, HARRY POTTER, WHO IS RIDING ON HIS FANTASTIC..."
"Don't say it..." grumbled Harry, who was trying desperately not to let his broom go into a nosedive. "Don't announce it to the school..."
"H-his... his... ha ha... oh, hee hee... no... not... a... ha ha... hohoho... heeheehee... C-C-Clean... he he he... HA HA HA... Cleansweep ZERO!? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" this went on for quite a while.
Harry nearly cried. That was worse than announcing his broom's name.
"Er... as commentator Boot is unable to continue..." said Tyler, tugging the megaphone from Boot, who was on the ground, unable to get up. "I WILL RETURN! OH YEAH! THE MASTER IS BACK!"
Madam Hooch was at the center of the pitch with all of the balls. "CAPTAINS!" she shrieked. "SHAKE HANDS!" Ginny shook hands with a Hufflepuff chaser. "OKAY!" screamed Madam Hooch, releasing the balls. "One, two..." she blew her whistle.
"AND THEY'RE OFF! Boy, I sound like a horse-race commentator. Anyway, It's Bell with the Quaffle, Bell making some great moves to the goal, but tackled by a Hufflepuff chaser, oh no, he has a clear way... hey, why is Potter not rising?"
"I AM!" screamed Harry. "THIS CLEANSWEEP ZERO RISES SLOWER THAN MOLASES!"
The Hufflepuff chaser made some great moves in an attempt to fake Ron out, but Ron saved the Quaffle in time. Looking down the field, he saw Colin open. Heaving the Quaffle to him, Colin took it, lobbed it over the keeper to Ginny, who put the Quaffle in!
"GRYFFINDOR SCORES!" screamed Tyler. "Terry, would you mind putting ten points down for Gryffindor?"
"HAHAHAHAHA!" came his answer.
"I just have to do everything myself!" grumbled Tyler. "Hufflepuff with the Quaffle..."
Harry, now 11 feet off of the ground, was just starting to get the hang of rising, when he saw something to make his heart still.
A Bludger was speeding straight for his stomach.
Harry furiously tugged at the Cleansweep Zero, but it wouldn't budge, it was already rising!
"What, this thing can't rise and turn!?" shouted Harry in disbelief. He had only one other option. It was that or be knocked out by the Bludger.
Harry jumped off of his broom, sending it flying into the path of the Bludger. CRACK! It splintered. Harry felt a surge of disappointment rise up in him. Gryffindor would NEVER win now...
And that's when Harry landed on the snitch.
"What was that I landed on?" wondered Harry, ready to lift his left foot up.
"HARRY!" screamed Seamus. "DO... NOT... LIFT... YOUR... LEFT... FOOT... UP!"
"What's that!?" shouted Harry. Seamus was so far away. "Lift my left foot up!?"
"NO!" shouted Seamus.
"What, you say? Go? Okay!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" screamed Seamus.
"I'm going!" said Harry, lifting his right foot up. "Wait... was that my left foot? Aw, what the heck, it is for today!" said Harry I a prime moment of Harry stupidness.
"GOOD! GOOD, HARRY, NOW TAKE THE SNITCH OUT FROM UNDER YOUR LEFT FOOT!"
"The snitch!?" said Harry, his heart racing. He lifted up his left (or right) foot to search for the snitch under his right (left), and the snitch promptly flew away. And Harry also fell down, trying to lift up two feet at one time.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! HARRY, YOU'RE AN IDIOT."
"Yes, I know that I make good peanuts, Seamus."
***
"And, with the score 70-20 Gryffindor, and Harry grounded, it seems that Gryffindor has to raise their efforts to score! Any thoughts, Terry?"
Terry, who had just recovered from his laughing spree, took the megaphone, and surveyed the game.
Then he saw Harry running around on the ground without any visible means of flight.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... OH NO... NOT AGAIN... HAHAHHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"Whatever." Said Tyrone, taking the megaphone away from a Terry who was falling down onto the ground again.
Ginny, who had heard Tyrone, knew he was right. "Okay, guys, and girls, we need to SCORE LIKE WE NEVER DID BEFORE!!! READY!?"
Her fellow chasers nodded.
"THEN LET'S GO!!!"
"Ginny with the Quaffle... to Katie, back to Ginny... toss to Colin... Colin, coming up the left side... or the keeper's right, I don't know, just don't ask Harry Potter, Colin, he's going to shoot, NO! Faked a shot and threw it to Bell, Bell, faking out the keeper, Bell... BELL SCOR- NO, WAIT, IT... BOUNCED OUT OF THE GOAL!? BUT I DIDN'T HEAR ANY GOALPOST SOUNDS! DID YOU HEAR ANY GOALPOST SOUNDS? I DIDN'T!!!"
Bell, looking very disappointed, regrouped with Ginny.
"Don't worry about it, Katie!" said Ginny reassuringly. "We just have to try harder! Are you ready, Katie?"
"I'm ready! Are you ready, Colin?"
"I'm ready! Are you ready, Ginny?"
"I'm REAAADY! Are you ready, Colin?"
"I'm ready! I'm ready! Are you ready, Katie?"
"I'm ready as Eddie! Are you ready, Ginny?"
"Who's Eddie? Oh, wait, I'm ready. But are you ready, Katie?"
"You already asked. Are you ready, er...?"
"YES, WE ARE READY! NOW LET'S GO!!!" shouted Ginny.
By this time, Gryffindor was only up by ten, but at least they were ready.
***
Harry paced the ground, furious. Now the only way they'd win was if the Snitch flew into his open palm.
Just then, the snitch flew into his open palm.
"HARRY!" screamed Seamus. "CLOSE YOUR LEFT PALM!!!"
Harry closed his right palm.
The snitch flew away.
"HARRY... YOUR BRAIN IS JUST ABOUT THREE TIMES SMALLER THAN NORM! AND NORM'S BRAIN IS SMALL!!!"
"Don't ever compare me to Norm!" said Harry, who had been compared to Norm a lot. He was probably the least liked person in the school, besides Seamus.
Harry, furious now, went back to pacing the ground.
And that's when Hufflepuff's seeker went into a dive.
***
"Oh no... IT LOOKS LIKE SEEKER WHAT'S HER NAME HAS SEEN THE SNITCH! HE'S DIVING STRAIGHT TOWARDS HARRY!"
Harry saw Cho coming straight towards him, and he felt his stomach do a somersault. But that was most probably because he was forced to do a somersault to avoid her. Harry saw the glint of gold just beyond her reach...
"NOOOOOOOO!" shouted Harry, diving in slow motion. His whole body was stretched out in full, his eyes only on the golden prize...
And then he landed a full thirty feel away from the snitch.
"HUFFLEPUFF CATCHES THE SNITCH!!!" shouted Tyler. "Wait... then why am I all excited? My commentator senses should be telling me to cry about now..." and then he looked at the score.
"HOLY UTTERS!" a long distance away, Dumbledore's office opened. "GRYFFINDOR WON 9,950 TO 210!?"
Harry, his heart almost still at this announcement, turned to the three chasers, who were grinning as they descended.
"HOW THE HECK DID YOU SCORE SO MUCH!?!" shouted Harry in disbelief.
"What can I say?" said Ginny, her smile shining with glee. "We were ready!"
***
Harry, returning to the locker room, found Malfoy cleverly hidden in one of the light fixtures on the ceiling, with his Firebolt.
"Did you lose?" he asked.
"No." said Harry.
"Curses!" cursed Malfoy, jumping out of the light fixture, handing Harry his Firebolt. "Foiled once again!"
***
Hey, Gryffindor actually won! And they have enough house points to make up for the negative 10,005 they had (an exact count!)!
Oh, wait...
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Okay, enough groveling. In this chapter: Quidditch! Again!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, okay!? Good.
***
Harry Potter was ready. He had hours of preparation for this moment, and wasn't about to forget his task. He raised his knife...
And dug into his breakfast.
"You know, I think Harry takes breakfast a bit too seriously." Said Ron.
"I agree." Said Hermione.
***
Harry sat in the changing room, changed and ready to go. He had just patched up his argument with Ginny and Colin, although half of the school still snickered whenever they saw him. Oh, and it didn't help that he was wearing a chicken mask.
"Harry, take that chicken mask off." Said Ginny.
"Yes, Ginny." Said Harry, throwing his mask aside.
As the whole team slid an inch away from him, Ginny got up to give her pep talk.
"Okay, the good news is, Snape's not reffing!"
The whole team cheered.
"The bad news is, Slytherin's tried to sabotage our equipment! And if we're not careful, they'll try to sabotage us! YOU! Yes, you Slytherin hiding in one of the stalls! Get out of here!"
Crabbe grumbled, broke the locker door open, and lumbered away.
"That's my locker!" said Harry, horrified.
"Yes it is, Harry. You'd better check your broom, too!"
Harry checked his broom. It looked regular, had a smooth surface, and all in all, it didn't look sabotaged at all!
Besides the fact that it was a Cleansweep zero, of course.
Harry looked horrified. "A CLEANSWEEP ZERO!? I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THEY WENT THAT LOW!"
Ginny cursed. "Harry, they switched your broom with the worst broom that was ever made for QUIDDITCH!"
"Why, does it go less than 30MPH, top speed?"
"NO, but it cam hardly turn, hardly rise, hardly drop, and hardly go straight! Oh, and it has a 27MPH top speed."
Ron looked at Harry with pity. "Mate..." he said, "My brothers' OLD brooms went 45 MPH top speed!"
Harry put his head into his hands. "We've got to find my Firebolt!"
"NO TIME!" shouted Ginny.
"Fine, then can someone lend me their broom?"
"Er..." said the whole team.
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU!?"
"Harry..." said Colin finally, "No one wants to ride a Cleansweep zero. It's the worst broom imaginable!"
"And I got stuck on it." Said Harry, still unbelieving.
"OKAY!" shouted Ginny. "TIME TO GO!!!"
***
Up in the stands, near the scorer's box, was Ravenclaw Terry Boot.
"And, I'm your new UNBIASED commentator from Ravenclaw, Terry BOOT!" shouted Terry.
"Why can't I commentate?" whined Tyler, right under Terry.
"Because you, like Jordan, were BIASED towards your house!" said Professor McGonagall.
"But it's not just that!" said Tyler. "He has to be able to not let his emotions get in the way of fair commentating!"
"And you didn't, mister 'I got five penalties called on me?'"
Tyler just grumbled.
"AAAAANND HERE THEY ARE!" shouted Terry happily. "THE HUFFLEPUFFS, CONSISTING OF... WELL, SOME PEOPLE THAT I DON'T KNOW... ER, THREE CHASERS, TWO BEATERS, ONE KEEPER, AND SEEKER CHO CHANG!"
"I know them." Said Tyler grumpily. "There's... er... never mind."
"AAAAAAAND HERE COME THE GRYFFINDORS! I DON'T KNOW THEM EITHER, EXCEPT FOR RON WEASLEY, AND, OF COURSE, HARRY POTTER, WHO IS RIDING ON HIS FANTASTIC..."
"Don't say it..." grumbled Harry, who was trying desperately not to let his broom go into a nosedive. "Don't announce it to the school..."
"H-his... his... ha ha... oh, hee hee... no... not... a... ha ha... hohoho... heeheehee... C-C-Clean... he he he... HA HA HA... Cleansweep ZERO!? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" this went on for quite a while.
Harry nearly cried. That was worse than announcing his broom's name.
"Er... as commentator Boot is unable to continue..." said Tyler, tugging the megaphone from Boot, who was on the ground, unable to get up. "I WILL RETURN! OH YEAH! THE MASTER IS BACK!"
Madam Hooch was at the center of the pitch with all of the balls. "CAPTAINS!" she shrieked. "SHAKE HANDS!" Ginny shook hands with a Hufflepuff chaser. "OKAY!" screamed Madam Hooch, releasing the balls. "One, two..." she blew her whistle.
"AND THEY'RE OFF! Boy, I sound like a horse-race commentator. Anyway, It's Bell with the Quaffle, Bell making some great moves to the goal, but tackled by a Hufflepuff chaser, oh no, he has a clear way... hey, why is Potter not rising?"
"I AM!" screamed Harry. "THIS CLEANSWEEP ZERO RISES SLOWER THAN MOLASES!"
The Hufflepuff chaser made some great moves in an attempt to fake Ron out, but Ron saved the Quaffle in time. Looking down the field, he saw Colin open. Heaving the Quaffle to him, Colin took it, lobbed it over the keeper to Ginny, who put the Quaffle in!
"GRYFFINDOR SCORES!" screamed Tyler. "Terry, would you mind putting ten points down for Gryffindor?"
"HAHAHAHAHA!" came his answer.
"I just have to do everything myself!" grumbled Tyler. "Hufflepuff with the Quaffle..."
Harry, now 11 feet off of the ground, was just starting to get the hang of rising, when he saw something to make his heart still.
A Bludger was speeding straight for his stomach.
Harry furiously tugged at the Cleansweep Zero, but it wouldn't budge, it was already rising!
"What, this thing can't rise and turn!?" shouted Harry in disbelief. He had only one other option. It was that or be knocked out by the Bludger.
Harry jumped off of his broom, sending it flying into the path of the Bludger. CRACK! It splintered. Harry felt a surge of disappointment rise up in him. Gryffindor would NEVER win now...
And that's when Harry landed on the snitch.
"What was that I landed on?" wondered Harry, ready to lift his left foot up.
"HARRY!" screamed Seamus. "DO... NOT... LIFT... YOUR... LEFT... FOOT... UP!"
"What's that!?" shouted Harry. Seamus was so far away. "Lift my left foot up!?"
"NO!" shouted Seamus.
"What, you say? Go? Okay!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" screamed Seamus.
"I'm going!" said Harry, lifting his right foot up. "Wait... was that my left foot? Aw, what the heck, it is for today!" said Harry I a prime moment of Harry stupidness.
"GOOD! GOOD, HARRY, NOW TAKE THE SNITCH OUT FROM UNDER YOUR LEFT FOOT!"
"The snitch!?" said Harry, his heart racing. He lifted up his left (or right) foot to search for the snitch under his right (left), and the snitch promptly flew away. And Harry also fell down, trying to lift up two feet at one time.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! HARRY, YOU'RE AN IDIOT."
"Yes, I know that I make good peanuts, Seamus."
***
"And, with the score 70-20 Gryffindor, and Harry grounded, it seems that Gryffindor has to raise their efforts to score! Any thoughts, Terry?"
Terry, who had just recovered from his laughing spree, took the megaphone, and surveyed the game.
Then he saw Harry running around on the ground without any visible means of flight.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... OH NO... NOT AGAIN... HAHAHHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"Whatever." Said Tyrone, taking the megaphone away from a Terry who was falling down onto the ground again.
Ginny, who had heard Tyrone, knew he was right. "Okay, guys, and girls, we need to SCORE LIKE WE NEVER DID BEFORE!!! READY!?"
Her fellow chasers nodded.
"THEN LET'S GO!!!"
"Ginny with the Quaffle... to Katie, back to Ginny... toss to Colin... Colin, coming up the left side... or the keeper's right, I don't know, just don't ask Harry Potter, Colin, he's going to shoot, NO! Faked a shot and threw it to Bell, Bell, faking out the keeper, Bell... BELL SCOR- NO, WAIT, IT... BOUNCED OUT OF THE GOAL!? BUT I DIDN'T HEAR ANY GOALPOST SOUNDS! DID YOU HEAR ANY GOALPOST SOUNDS? I DIDN'T!!!"
Bell, looking very disappointed, regrouped with Ginny.
"Don't worry about it, Katie!" said Ginny reassuringly. "We just have to try harder! Are you ready, Katie?"
"I'm ready! Are you ready, Colin?"
"I'm ready! Are you ready, Ginny?"
"I'm REAAADY! Are you ready, Colin?"
"I'm ready! I'm ready! Are you ready, Katie?"
"I'm ready as Eddie! Are you ready, Ginny?"
"Who's Eddie? Oh, wait, I'm ready. But are you ready, Katie?"
"You already asked. Are you ready, er...?"
"YES, WE ARE READY! NOW LET'S GO!!!" shouted Ginny.
By this time, Gryffindor was only up by ten, but at least they were ready.
***
Harry paced the ground, furious. Now the only way they'd win was if the Snitch flew into his open palm.
Just then, the snitch flew into his open palm.
"HARRY!" screamed Seamus. "CLOSE YOUR LEFT PALM!!!"
Harry closed his right palm.
The snitch flew away.
"HARRY... YOUR BRAIN IS JUST ABOUT THREE TIMES SMALLER THAN NORM! AND NORM'S BRAIN IS SMALL!!!"
"Don't ever compare me to Norm!" said Harry, who had been compared to Norm a lot. He was probably the least liked person in the school, besides Seamus.
Harry, furious now, went back to pacing the ground.
And that's when Hufflepuff's seeker went into a dive.
***
"Oh no... IT LOOKS LIKE SEEKER WHAT'S HER NAME HAS SEEN THE SNITCH! HE'S DIVING STRAIGHT TOWARDS HARRY!"
Harry saw Cho coming straight towards him, and he felt his stomach do a somersault. But that was most probably because he was forced to do a somersault to avoid her. Harry saw the glint of gold just beyond her reach...
"NOOOOOOOO!" shouted Harry, diving in slow motion. His whole body was stretched out in full, his eyes only on the golden prize...
And then he landed a full thirty feel away from the snitch.
"HUFFLEPUFF CATCHES THE SNITCH!!!" shouted Tyler. "Wait... then why am I all excited? My commentator senses should be telling me to cry about now..." and then he looked at the score.
"HOLY UTTERS!" a long distance away, Dumbledore's office opened. "GRYFFINDOR WON 9,950 TO 210!?"
Harry, his heart almost still at this announcement, turned to the three chasers, who were grinning as they descended.
"HOW THE HECK DID YOU SCORE SO MUCH!?!" shouted Harry in disbelief.
"What can I say?" said Ginny, her smile shining with glee. "We were ready!"
***
Harry, returning to the locker room, found Malfoy cleverly hidden in one of the light fixtures on the ceiling, with his Firebolt.
"Did you lose?" he asked.
"No." said Harry.
"Curses!" cursed Malfoy, jumping out of the light fixture, handing Harry his Firebolt. "Foiled once again!"
***
Hey, Gryffindor actually won! And they have enough house points to make up for the negative 10,005 they had (an exact count!)!
Oh, wait...
Anyway, PLEASE REVIEW!!! And after you do, REVIEW AT LEAST THREE MORE CHAPTERS!!! But really, review only if you want to. [Don't listen to the good side of me! Review, even if you don't want to!] Don't listen to the bad side of me. At least my good side isn't stuck in between brackets! [At least I have brackets!] Why would I want brackets? [They're cool!]
WHATEVER! Just review. Only four more reviews until I reach the dream, did I tell you about this?