Ha! Four more reviews! I just noticed something... I just read chapter five
for no apparent reason and I said that I must sound pathetic to those whose
stories have over one-hundred reviews... and now mine does... so, I guess I
sounded pathetic then... oh, whatever, time for the song!
Disclaimer: I do not own this song. That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aero plane, Lenny Bruce is not afraid...
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn, world serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs... something... end of the world... blah... DONE!
Okay, I'm not even sure if those are the right words, but what can you do?
Hey, in this chapter, Harry's team makes the Quidditch Cup! Oh boy, that came out of nowhere.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.
***
"Great news!" screamed Ginny, rushing into the room.
The Restroom.
"D'OH!" screamed Ginny. She went out, and entered the Bathroom, next to the Restroom.
There were girls in bathing suits taking baths inside, just as there were people resting in the restroom. Ginny located Katie.
"WE'RE IN THE QUIDDITCH CUP!" she screamed to Katie.
"Why are you telling me?" asked Katie White.
"Er, you're not the right Katie!" said Ginny, embarrassed.
"Yer darn tootin', I'm not!" shouted Katie White in a very outlaw-like voice. She stalked away.
Blushing red, she located Katie Bell.
"Katie, WE'VE MADE IT!" screamed Ginny.
"YES!" screamed Katie, hugging Ginny. Katie got on her regular clothes, and ran out with Ginny to locate the rest of the people on the team.
***
"HARRY!" screamed the team. "WE'VE MADE IT!"
"Made what?"
"IT!"
"WHAT!?"
"THE QUIDDITCH CUP!"
"You MADE the cup? Where is it? Why wasn't I allowed to make it? I'm good with nails and such."
The team just stared at him.
"Harry," explained Colin, "we're IN the cup! We are going to play the game FOR the cup!"
"Ohhhhhhh... YES! But what were the standards?"
"Who knows!? We're in it! And all we know is- NOTHING can go wrong! NOTHING! NOTHING! Nope, NOTHING! It's IMPOSSIBLE! NOTHING, not anything, nil, naught, nothing, NOTHING, NOTHING can go wrong! And I'm not kidding, NOTHING can ever, EVER, go wrong! We can get up, go to our classes, climb to the top of Hogwarts, and throw ourselves off of the dang building, and we'd land in a pile of feathers for all of our luck! Yes, my friends, I truly, honestly, sincerely, frankly, openly, genuinely, really believe, THAT NNNNNNOOOOOOOOTTTTTTHHHHIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG CAN EVER, EVER, EVER GO WRONG!!!
And that's when nothing went wrong.
Besides the fact that Harry's teammates all spontaneously combusted.
"You've got to be kidding me." Was all Harry could say after that display.
"We are!" said all of Harry's teammates, jumping out from various hiding positions inside the dorm room.
"What!?" wondered Harry, looking around at the live friends around him.
"Harry, those were just dummies that you just saw!" said Ginny, giggling.
"Er, no they weren't, or if they were, I would be scared, as they moved EXACTLY like real people, talked like them, breathed like them, did everything like them!" said Harry.
"Harry, Harry, Harry..." said Seamus, sighing, "When will you learn not to ask questions?"
"Never. Why are you asking?" asked Harry.
***
Harry woke up on the morning of the Quidditch Cup. He was ready! And, like Colin had said, nothing could go wrong!
"HARRY!" screamed Neville in a surprisingly scared and not evil voice, "ALL OF THE TEAM BESIDES YOU HAS SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUSTED! FOR REAL!"
***
"AAAHHHHHHHH!" Harry screamed, waking up from out of his dream.
"Phew! A dream!" Harry got up. He walked downstairs, just in time to see his entire team perform just about the stupidest display to date.
Colin was snapping pictures, not looking where he was going, when he bumped into a shelf. Hogwarts, a History fell off of it, struck him on the head, and knocked him out cold.
Ginny and Katie were just pacing the common room, but when they met, they knocked their heads against each other. They were out cold.
Dean, who had brought a soccer ball downstairs, was trying to get it past Seamus. He kicked a line drive right at Seamus' head, and it struck it, knocking out Seamus. The ball then ricocheted off of his head, and then struck Dean in his own head, knocking HIM out.
Ron just plain tripped on the rug and knocked himself out cold.
"MY GOSH..." said Harry, bewildered, "THE MATCH IS IN A HALF-HOUR! MY TEAM IS IN NO CONDITION TO PLAY!!! WHERE WILL I FIND A TEAM!?"
Neville tapped him on the shoulder.
"Well... you can always go to... PLAN B... MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..."
Harry gasped.
"Oh no... not PLAN B... NOT PLAN B!!!"
***
Ha, thought there was going to be Quidditch in the chapter, yes? Well, it's in the NEXT chapter! And Plan B is revealed there, too! So stay tuned! And until then, review!
~!@#$%^&*()_+
Disclaimer: I do not own this song. That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aero plane, Lenny Bruce is not afraid...
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn, world serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs... something... end of the world... blah... DONE!
Okay, I'm not even sure if those are the right words, but what can you do?
Hey, in this chapter, Harry's team makes the Quidditch Cup! Oh boy, that came out of nowhere.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.
***
"Great news!" screamed Ginny, rushing into the room.
The Restroom.
"D'OH!" screamed Ginny. She went out, and entered the Bathroom, next to the Restroom.
There were girls in bathing suits taking baths inside, just as there were people resting in the restroom. Ginny located Katie.
"WE'RE IN THE QUIDDITCH CUP!" she screamed to Katie.
"Why are you telling me?" asked Katie White.
"Er, you're not the right Katie!" said Ginny, embarrassed.
"Yer darn tootin', I'm not!" shouted Katie White in a very outlaw-like voice. She stalked away.
Blushing red, she located Katie Bell.
"Katie, WE'VE MADE IT!" screamed Ginny.
"YES!" screamed Katie, hugging Ginny. Katie got on her regular clothes, and ran out with Ginny to locate the rest of the people on the team.
***
"HARRY!" screamed the team. "WE'VE MADE IT!"
"Made what?"
"IT!"
"WHAT!?"
"THE QUIDDITCH CUP!"
"You MADE the cup? Where is it? Why wasn't I allowed to make it? I'm good with nails and such."
The team just stared at him.
"Harry," explained Colin, "we're IN the cup! We are going to play the game FOR the cup!"
"Ohhhhhhh... YES! But what were the standards?"
"Who knows!? We're in it! And all we know is- NOTHING can go wrong! NOTHING! NOTHING! Nope, NOTHING! It's IMPOSSIBLE! NOTHING, not anything, nil, naught, nothing, NOTHING, NOTHING can go wrong! And I'm not kidding, NOTHING can ever, EVER, go wrong! We can get up, go to our classes, climb to the top of Hogwarts, and throw ourselves off of the dang building, and we'd land in a pile of feathers for all of our luck! Yes, my friends, I truly, honestly, sincerely, frankly, openly, genuinely, really believe, THAT NNNNNNOOOOOOOOTTTTTTHHHHIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG CAN EVER, EVER, EVER GO WRONG!!!
And that's when nothing went wrong.
Besides the fact that Harry's teammates all spontaneously combusted.
"You've got to be kidding me." Was all Harry could say after that display.
"We are!" said all of Harry's teammates, jumping out from various hiding positions inside the dorm room.
"What!?" wondered Harry, looking around at the live friends around him.
"Harry, those were just dummies that you just saw!" said Ginny, giggling.
"Er, no they weren't, or if they were, I would be scared, as they moved EXACTLY like real people, talked like them, breathed like them, did everything like them!" said Harry.
"Harry, Harry, Harry..." said Seamus, sighing, "When will you learn not to ask questions?"
"Never. Why are you asking?" asked Harry.
***
Harry woke up on the morning of the Quidditch Cup. He was ready! And, like Colin had said, nothing could go wrong!
"HARRY!" screamed Neville in a surprisingly scared and not evil voice, "ALL OF THE TEAM BESIDES YOU HAS SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUSTED! FOR REAL!"
***
"AAAHHHHHHHH!" Harry screamed, waking up from out of his dream.
"Phew! A dream!" Harry got up. He walked downstairs, just in time to see his entire team perform just about the stupidest display to date.
Colin was snapping pictures, not looking where he was going, when he bumped into a shelf. Hogwarts, a History fell off of it, struck him on the head, and knocked him out cold.
Ginny and Katie were just pacing the common room, but when they met, they knocked their heads against each other. They were out cold.
Dean, who had brought a soccer ball downstairs, was trying to get it past Seamus. He kicked a line drive right at Seamus' head, and it struck it, knocking out Seamus. The ball then ricocheted off of his head, and then struck Dean in his own head, knocking HIM out.
Ron just plain tripped on the rug and knocked himself out cold.
"MY GOSH..." said Harry, bewildered, "THE MATCH IS IN A HALF-HOUR! MY TEAM IS IN NO CONDITION TO PLAY!!! WHERE WILL I FIND A TEAM!?"
Neville tapped him on the shoulder.
"Well... you can always go to... PLAN B... MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..."
Harry gasped.
"Oh no... not PLAN B... NOT PLAN B!!!"
***
Ha, thought there was going to be Quidditch in the chapter, yes? Well, it's in the NEXT chapter! And Plan B is revealed there, too! So stay tuned! And until then, review!
~!@#$%^&*()_+