This is a real chapter and not a clever note, teaser trailer, or other form of propaganda.

Usual disclaimer applies.

If you believe we own Harry Potter, seek medical attention immediately or continue your delusions.

Without further ado, what you've all been waiting for- drum roll please:

THE EXCITING CONCLUSION OF CHAPTER THREE!!!!

Just so you remember what was going on… go look at chapter 3

****

'Sirius, I was really hoping that you might soon open the door,' James said in a low whisper, nodding his head at the end of his sentence.

'Oh, well you see- there's a trick to this door.  It has quite an attitude problem… it depends on the time of the year usually.  Well, you must perform for it or it won't open.'  Sirius told him.  James stood staring in disbelief at Sirius.

'Something festive ought to do it,' he explained, looking at the door in question.

'Why don't you do it then?'  James asked.

'What?  And have my sisters mock me?  No thank you, James.  I don't need to take a shower.  I have no need to get into the bathroom.  I think you're just going to have to open the door yourself.'

'Eurgh,' James muttered as he stepped up to the door, 'what do I have to do?'

'Hmm,' Sirius thought out loud, 'let's see… I think- why don't you sing?'

'I don't sing,' James said through gritted teeth.

'Oh, don't be silly Jamsie, of course you do!  I just saw you doing it, and it was quite a lovely rendition of 'It's a Long Way to Tipperary' if I do say so myself,' Sirius said, nudging James towards the door.

'I'm not going to sing that ever again,' James protested fearfully, pushing back into Sirius to avoid the door.

'Fine, why don't you sing something else, then- A Christmas tune!' Sirius said excitedly, 'why not 'We Wish You A Merry Christmas,' eh?'

'But it's not going to be 'we' singing, now is it?'

'Fine, fine.  Well, what about, 'Here We Come a Wasailing?'

'Again with the 'we-' wait, here we come a what?'

'Never mind, you're being quite difficult. Well, you can sing my personal favourite song, 'Jingle Bells.''

'I don't feel very 'Jingly' right now, Sirius-'

'Jingle Bells, Snapey smells, so does Mr. Filch, Mrs. Norris joined the chorus- quick let's get away!'  Sirius sung out, terribly off key.  Melanie stuck her head out of her room and shushed him quickly with a strange look on her face.

'Think not…' James decided. 

'Why not 'Ding Dong Merrily on High?'  Can you think of anything wrong with that?'

'Well, I-'

'No!  You're just stalling for time now; we're singing it- well, you're singing it.  I'm just going to take a few snapshots.'

'Fine,' James cleared his throat and began singing very lowly and in the quietest voice he could produce, 'Ding dong merrily on high, in heaven th-'

'With feeling, James. No door's going to open for that.'

'DING dong merrily on high, in heaven the bells are ringing. Ding dong verily the sky, is riv'n with angels singing.'  James finished.  Sirius motioned for him to continue.  James took a deep breath-

'Gloh-o-o-o-o-o-oh-o-o-o-o-o-oh-o-o-o-o-o-oh-o-o-o-o-o-oh-o-o-o-o-o-oo-ria, Hosanna in excelsis.'  James glared as Sirius shouted-

'This is my favourite part, do it again, again!'

'No. Why isn't the door opening, Sirius?'

'The door can hardly hear you, can it?  It's nearly as old as Cestie.  You need to sing with much more vigour!'  Sirius declared with a grand all-encompassing gesture.  He watched as James repeated the song much more loudly and with somewhat more feeling.  The door remained in place.

'Would it hurt you to smile?  And move around a bit.  The door thinks you're a lifeless boor,' Sirius suggested.  James repeated the song again, an evilly manic grin on his face.

'Sirius, it doesn't look like the door is going to open…'

'Why don't you dance around a bit? You know, really get into the song,' Sirius put in enthusiastically, 'the door loves it when I do the motions for 'I'm a Little Teapot!'

'That's ridiculous, I'm going to go find another shower,' James made to leave, but Sirius grabbed his arm.

'The other showers are, er, they're… well, I'll help you!  You're just not doing it properly, that's all.  I'll help out with the 'Gloria,' that's where you tend to lose it,' Sirius decided, dragging James back in front of the door.  They both began the song, Sirius really getting into the words and adding some interpretive dance to them. 

'DING dong merrily on high, in heaven the bells are ringing. Ding dong verily the sky, is riv'n with angels singing,' James couldn't help but smile as Sirius merrily danced about and sang with such tremendous off-key gusto, 'Gloh-o-o-o-o-o-oh-o-o-o-o-o-oh-o-o-o-o-o-oh-o-,' by now a large crowd of bystanders had emerged from various activities to see what the fuss was about, 'o-o-o-o-oh-o-o-o-o-o-oo-ria, Hosanna in excelsis.  Gloh-o-o-o-o-o-oh-o-o-o-o-o-oh-o-o-o-o-o-oh-o-o-o-o-o-oh-o-o-o-o-o-oo-ria, Hosanna in excelsis!'

'Bravo!  Bravo!'  Mrs. Black and Katherine called as they finished the song.  James turned beet red as he realised that the entire Black family, Cestie included, was gathered about the hallway.

'I'm glad you've gotten into the holiday spirit, boys, but, ah, what exactly are you doing?'  Mr. Black asked.

'Caroling, Dad.  What did it look like we were doing?'  Sirius said over-exasperatedly. 

'Yes, I saw and heard that, but why?'  Mr. Black answered.

'Well, we were trying to get the bathroom door to open and Sirius explained to me about the trick and…' James trailed off, looking at the bemused looks on the Blacks' faces.

'James and I love to sing, don't we James!'  Sirius told everyone, putting his arm around James' shoulder and clutching him bracingly. 

'But Sir, you said that-oh…' James said, looking to Sirius and seeing the mischievous glint in his eye.

'Well, sorry to leave you all without an encore, but shove off, show's over, there's nothing more to see here,' Sirius barked, shooing everyone away.

'I'm not going anywhere!'  Cestie crowed obstinately, gripping the sides of her wheelchair.

'Yes, Cestie.  It's time for you to go and take a nap,' Sirius rolled his eyes, placing his hands on either side of the wheelchair to push her back into the spare bedroom. 

'I'm not going anywhere, Sandra!' she cried out again, whacking Sirius forcefully in the gut, 'Unhand me you vile fiend.  Let go of me!'  Sirius said nothing.  He simply pushed the old crone back into the room, slamming the door behind her. 

'So,' Sirius said with a jolly grin, dusting his hands off, 'you want to take a shower, do you?'

James looked at Sirius, staring insolently.

'How - do - you - open - the – door,' James said precisely, pronouncing each syllable very clearly.

'Oh, well, we keep this door locked when Cestie's here.  The key's just there setting on the doorframe,' Sirius said nonchalantly gesturing up towards the dusty ledge. 

James angrily grabbed at the key from atop the door, knocking it to the floor in the process.  He bent down to snatch it off the carpet, looking daggers at Sirius, then roughly jammed it in the lock.  After making an indistinct noise of anger, James, with a gusto-filled, over-exaggerated sweeping gesture, flung the door open with open malice.  In fact, he threw the door open so hard that it ricocheted off the wall with a loud crash, and came back to hit James in the face with equal force.  After all, Newton's Third Law applies even in the magical world- for every reaction, there is an equal and opposite reaction…

But James' thoughts were as far from old, dead scientists' theories as they could be.  As he held his broken glasses in his hand, his eyes not focussed on anything in particular, he grunted in a voice that might have suggested Satanic possession:

'Don't, just don't.'

Sirius didn't hear him though.  You would have thought that Sirius had been the one hit by the door, judging by the way he was lying spread-eagled on the floor, gasping for breath. 

****

After a lengthy shower during which James was certain to remove all chocolate batter residue, he peered meekly out into the Blacks' upper storey hallway.  His newly repaired glasses were still steamed up from the surplus of hot water as he checked yet again for any signs of life. 

Normally, James would have no qualms with walking directly from a bathroom into a hallway- actually, at home he had no problem walking directly from a shower cubicle into a hallway completely stark naked- but as he was a guest, and, unlike his house, this one contained many people, he decided to be modest.  You see, in his angry haste to get into the bathroom, James forgot entirely that his clothes were covered with sticky, edible goo.  Because of this, he really did not wish to continue wearing those clothes in his current, sanitary condition.  So, one hand clutching his dirty clothes, the other firmly clutching his too-small white towel round his waist, James stepped cautiously into the hall. 

With Sirius' bedroom door less than two metres away, James was fairly certain he would not meet up with anyone.  Sadly, fairly leaves some room for error.  James had barely put one damp foot into the hall; the first drop of warm shower water had fallen from his hair (as if in slow motion), making a nearly inaudible 'splish' on the carpet below, when a familiar, cynical voice met with his ears.

'Oh, hullo, James.  I was just looking for you.  I've been meaning to warn you about some upcoming events,' Melanie said casually, having emerged from her sacred lair most called her bedroom. Sirius often referred to it as the single largest library he had ever seen. 

'I- er- well- I sort of forgot to, uh, bring a change of clothes…' James explained awkwardly, wishing he had the strength of character to remain as casual as Melanie.

'I can see that,' Melanie smirked,  'well, if you do find some clothes, make sure you put on your warmest jumper.  In fact, a well-placed heating charm wouldn't be a bad idea either.'

'Er-' James replied, feeling very puzzled.

'You, my very lucky friend, are about to participate in the Annual Black Male Bonding Ritual of Christmas tree hunting,' Melanie explained, her face suddenly darkening into a scowl, 'it used to be a 'family thing.' Everyone got to participate.  We'd go out, pick the first tree we saw, and Dad would bring it back to the house with a Hovering charm.  But ever since Sirius turned eight and 'became a man,' a simple family tradition has turned into a ritualistic blood-lusting hunt that takes at least seven hours and must take place after twilight.'

As Melanie continued on with her caustic bitter tale of woe, James was suddenly given a quite vivid mental picture of a very small Sirius stating firmly with large sweeping gestures, 'We have to pick the tree at night!  We must visualise what it'll look like at night!'

'So you see,' it seemed that Melanie had carried on for some time while James was lost within his reverie, 'none of the women ever wanted to go again, and the males felt the need to satisfy their over-built egos to pick the fricking tree.'

'Surely it's not all that bad…' James said softly, after making sure that Melanie had finished what she was saying.

'Imagine the worst possible scenario- for example, how you'll feel when Brianna brings up your abstinence at the dinner table once Lily's here- now, add being cold, wet, and out in the dark with Sirius for eight hours.'

'Oh, well I can deal with cold…' James replied tentatively.

'Oh yeah?  Have you ever tried to cut down a tree- with no wand?!  In the middle of the woods, then carry it back to the house- with no wand?!  You'll be 'roughing it,'' Melanie smirked evilly, before retreating off somewhere into the bowels of her room.

'But… but… I thought you said that your dad used Hovering charms…' James said weakly, leaning against the wall.

'Not anymore!'  Came the reply from behind the closed door, containing a single distinguishing factor- a large red sign that read 'Keep Out, Sirius- Or ELSE!'

  As poor James sat against the wall in utter shock, he noticed another presence in the hall.  Brianna had been walking down the hallway throughout Melanie's speech.  It seemed that she had reached the top of the stairs just moments after Melanie had emerged from her room.  Brianna had just passed James, turning the corner at a pace a tortoise could have easily beaten.  The thing more astonishing than her speed was the fact that Brianna's head remained centered on James, even though her body continued to move forward.

James hurriedly collected himself and quickly rushed into Sirius' room in haste.  Thankfully, no one else had seen him in his near nude, makeshift loin clothed state.  Sirius lay sprawled on his bed, playing loud Beatles music and completing his air drum solo with flair. 

'So.  I'm to suffer through the Annual Black Male Bonding Ritual of Christmas tree hunting, am I?'  James asked as he unceremoniously tossed his dirty clothes in a pile under his camp bed. 

'You've been talking to Melanie again, haven't you,' Sirius accused, starting on his air-guitar solo, 'James, do me a favour and never talk to her again; all she'll do is make you as bitter and pessimistic as her.'

'I don't think Mel's all that bad,' James replied, digging through his trunk to find some untainted clothing. 

'Oh, but she is,' Sirius shot at him, taking the time to pause his solo. 

'Come on, Sir, don't you think you're being a little unfair to her?  I mean, she does put up with a lot of teasing and shit from you and the rest of the family,' James reasoned, pulling on his socks with a disgusted face: 'these aren't my socks.  Where did they come from?'

'Oh, those are mine- toss them here.  So, she's not a complete horror, I'll give you that,' Sirius replied, 'Hell, I'm probably closer to her than anyone else in the family…Oh, by the way, James, Brianna is lusting after your body.'

'I know.  Anyways, how so?'

'Well, she's only three years older and we've shared a lot together and I dunno… she just sort of understands me… she probably knows me better than anyone in my family… of course she probably knows everyone in this family better than everyone else does since she likes to pick apart our brains with her bizarre psychologistic experimentation,' Sirius finished, going back out of his 'deep' mode and returning to the music at hand.  After all, the air saxophone must be played- well, someone has to do it. 

James rolled his eyes at Sirius, who was quite busy with his task.  Then he shook his head in defeat: there was no saxophone in this song. 

After heavily charming it, James pulled his jumper over his head, doing nothing to aid his messed up, slightly damp hair.

'So.  We're going Christmas tree hunting?'

'Yup.'

'It'll be cold and miserable?'

'Hell no James! It's just us and nature; as God intended! To be free! To hunt down our prey! To kill our prey and bring it back to the pack so the pups can feast!'

            'It's amazing how much that sounds like something a dog would do, you know?'

            'Gee, I wonder why that is, James.  You're dumb.'

            'Sarcasm goes unnoted…' James murmured, before shaking his head again in defeat.  There was still no saxophone in the song. 
            James began to feel a little skeptical of the Annual Black Male Bonding Ritual of Christmas tree hunting at this point.  It seemed that all that Melanie had foretold would come true.  Considering that their 'prey' was going to be a perfectly harmless tree, James couldn't very well see how the 'pups' were going to 'feast.'

            Only a dog would think like that… carnivourous canines… so much less regal than deer.

END OF CHAPTER THREE

A/N: We would like to mention that although we did not say this directly in the text (as it would be hard to write it in a convincing fashion that would flow with the rest of the content) when reading 'Annual Black Male Bonding Ritual' please try to picture it, if you will, being said by an omnipresent echoing broadcaster-type voice along with the speaker. I can just see heaven opening up and angels singing as they say these fateful words… Mwua ha! :D

Now, back to your regularly scheduled A/N: (picture this last statement said by the same omnipresent announcer type voice, if you will.)

Well, I'm sure for a while there lots of people were ready to throttle the both of us over our all around vagueness along with our lack of real updates. Sorry!!! We are! For you are all truly wonderful if it weren't for the oceans and Internet keeping us so far apart we would send you each a bouquet of mechanical pencils with new erasers and everything!!! (That's what Hillary would like, anyways. That or lots of chocolate; for her house, unlike Jess', is never stocked with it.) It's been a very long while since we've thanked you all personally for being so breathtakingly superb. Here's our very, very long list of personalized thank you's. (Sorry. No pencils or chocolate. We have a very tight budget.)

Just so you know, all these thanks were written at two in the morning today by Hillary, who was feeling quite silly and was a little tired, so please, if anything unusually strange is said, pardon us. And now, without further ado, here's a very, very long list thanking each of you.

 Thanks to all of you wonderful reviewers!!!

Themidnightangel: We've had experiences with highs over food. Sadly it was not chocolate Ice-cream (which sounds very appetizing right now.) It was coffee. (For Hillary and not Jess, for Jess doesn't like coffee unless it's 90% milk and sugar (which is not real coffee.)
Uglinessrox55: Sorry for not updating quickly… But we're glad that you can turn to our writing for a good laugh (though, when printed out that way it just doesn't sound quite right.)

Star: Every time we read one of your posts Hillary ends up merrily crying and Jess smiles in that benign way she does. Thank you!!! Your 86 pleases were very much appreciated!

Mystical dreams: Jess had a wonderful time in Italy. It was gorgeous and is one of her very favourite places. Hillary would like to add that she did not get to have a wonderful time in Italy… It is gorgeous and is one of her favourite places, but she remained at home, labouring at some very tedious jobs.

Manda: I don't know if they should be called brilliant, but our ideas come from our very strange and demented imaginations. (just earlier we were talking about what it would be like to have Oscar the Grouch form Sesame street come out of your head and tell people to go away for you. Yes, we are not normal.)

Enelya:  I believe there probably is no hope that they will ever truly grow up and I agree; Who would want them to? Certainly not us! We both have a bit of a Peter Pan complex so we are very against growing up and try to keep ourselves from ever being 'responsible adults.' Remus will be in this fic (at least, he's supposed to be.) Heh. Sirius describes him as reasonable in 'Dates, Pranks and Marauders.' I think Remus is sensible, but he also knows how to be a cut-up, which is why we love him so. Oh, and I have been to Italy and can say that yes, stowing away in a small bag would be worth it just to see it again! :) We were both shocked and appalled by the death in book 5 too. The only good thing about it was it gave us the ability to pay attention to and like Harry more since we would practically forget about him trying to find that one special character who died…

Empress Genevieve: Oh you! One of, if not the, first reviewers ever! Yes, poor Sirius and his ickle bum. Here's your rest of chapter 3! :) 

running out of ink : We're glad you liked that part of chapter 3 so much. It made us laugh tons while writing it. Sorry for not posting right when Jess got back for we've been so busy the two of us have had several anxiety attacks (or at least, we should have had several… I hate being so busy. Yes, we can tell you like our fic. Please do not die over us! :[ We are continuing, so there's no need for any rash actions involving death. It was a very verbal and direct response to say the least. ;) 

Carolinus Took: What is it with all these people having chocolate highs? First themidnightangel and now you? It surely must be an epidemic! Ah!

Oneiros lykos: I'm so very, very sorry we took longer than a month to update. I've been feeling so guilt ridden about all the people who were saying 'please update soon' and here we were (well, jess in italy and me pre-occupied with the jobs from Hell!!!!!!)  with nothing to update with since we weren't able to write and then with book 5…argh… Sorry! :*[ As for the question of where did Cestie go? Cestie, as you can see, was in the house but in her room drooling while listening to the radio with her demon dandruff coloured cat by her side. I agree that it's nice to see a story where our dear Sir has some kind of happiness in his miserable life. That's one of our main reasons for wanting to continue with this. We like a happy childhood for him, dammit.

Crazy-chic: so you too suffer from a strange relative! Well, both Jess and I can sympathize, most assuredly. Yes, I am quite sure Sirius' bum is very sore. But you won't see a little thing like a slightly sore bottom keeping him from being as enthusiastically bizarre as he is! :)

LJ Fan: I am almost entirely certain prequel is a word. I'll ask my grandmother (not to be confused with my crazy great grandmother) for she knows everything and when she doesn't, well, I just like to pretend she does for that's what old people are supposed to do. When I'm old and gray I just hope to be as lucid as her. Jess and I have had the aspiration to wear purple dresses and red hats when we're old ever since seeing a group in Disney world called the scarlet ladies which do just that. The day I hit 55 (for that's when you can join that league) I'm starting a club of them! Back to you and away from us, it will be lots of fun when Lily comes and faces the wrath of little Brianna who is quite taken with James (I would be!) Oh yes, lots and lots of fun… :) 

JulieWeasley: Your lack of anything flattering to say was most flattering in itself. :) Thank you so much!!! Your 9 'no's were much appreciated too.

Ticca: You soon will know what will happen next my 'eek'ing friend. Well, probably not soon since Jess and I are way busier than bees, but you will know in the not too, too, distant future. You can be hyper all you want. I appreciate that fully ( though not as much now as I would at another time, for it is getting very late at night or very early in the morning depending on how you look at it… *yawn)

Moon*wolf: Wait, you want us to continue? I couldn't tell from your review… ;) Thank you for loving our story. I showed it to my grandmother who 'knows all' and she said 'but, what's the point of it? What's it's purpose?!' though she said it was quite funny she made me feel quite dismal about it for at least 5 whole minutes. Those 5 minutes were excruciating.

Liz: You lived it? You lived out this fic? Oh poor you! I do hope you weren't the one with the burnt bum! ;) Yes, Cestie would be a very good nightmare version granny indeed. I have an abysmal memory too. You've reviewed twice now, if you want to know. ;) 

Marauderbabe289: Oh, we shall continue on because of viewers like you! Oh wait, reviewers like you. It's late… And now I'm making corny cracks referring to public access television channels… oh dear… Must persevere… (I'm a natural rhymer and poet as you can see. I was about to rhyme 'see' with 'it just comes naturally' which just goes to show that I should be a lyricist and give up art and acting altogether. Not really…In point of fact, whenever I've been asked to write a poem it must rhyme or it's very crappy. Corny poetry is all I'm cut out for… :*\

Didilus Dumbledore: Love the name. I  really do!  Yes, it is our work and not JKR's and I can tell you with absolute certainty that no one will be dying awful deaths like in book5 in our story… I'm a little bit hung up on that death and it makes me tear up to think about it (If you can't tell, I'm the emotionally erratic and overly dramatic one of our duo)

Lolli-pop princess: Is your name adopted from the candyland game or is it because you like lollipops and are (or want to be) treated like a princess? Oh we will keep writing, despite our *sniff* non-canon-ness

Perdy pink pineapples: That's the most different name I've seen in some time. (But I think 'the pez dispenser of Gollum' is a little stranger. It's a real fictitious-name if you'll believe it!) Your review left me in near tears. :*) thank you!

Demonic Angel: I want to continue thinking Sirius' family was nice too. And I will think this with all my will power. Book 5 sucked the happiness from my soul like a Dementor… It was wonderful and had lots of funny moments but…Dammit…You know what I mean, I'm sure.

Trashcan: Hey there kara! Thank you for ganging up on us by way of AIM to make sure we keep our noses to the grindstone!

Victoria hardman: Thank you for your review. It was so eloquently written that I found it uplifting indeed. I also found your words very… I was about to say a synonym for uplifting…it's so late at night…I hope I'm not garbling all my sentences and making them looked as slurred as a drunk man's speech… Thanks again! Pardon my sleepy chatter…

Sassychick We will continue on! Thank you for taking your time to review. Every review is sacred (singing ala Monty Python song, every sperm is sacred) and every review counts. :) 

Hermione-in-space: Oh! Don't die!!! I can't believe it! Another person who is speaking of death in a review… oh dear… Well, there's to be no death on our watch! We are continuing to write, if anything, to stop your suicide threats from following through ;) 

Myrtle: I did a lovely picture of 'Moaning' Myrtle and you just reminded me of it. I showed it to a guy who's a therapist while we were talking and I had just been to 3 funerals in a month so he was asking me things like 'Is this reflecting how you felt?' and 'Is this you?' I felt most affronted that he asked that. He said he meant feelings wise, but still!!! I'm quite small and cute, thank you very much. Ah, back to you… I blame the late hour of the night for my rambling. Our fic is not hysterical. Hysterically funny, yes, hysterical, no. Our fic is a very down-to-earth and calm sort of fic. ;)  Heh.

Cara: Though I liked book 5 quite a lot (it was so very different from the others) I too was a little put out at certain people's deaths. Lily is coming later and Remus most probably will appear in our fic for a bit.

Kat: Your many pleases were pleasing to us. Thank you! (Wow, you didn't get a paragraph of crazy rants! Good for you!)

Tilde: Oh don't cry yourself to death. Crying is no fun, though it can help ease your spleen sometimes. I too want to continue living in the fantasy that Sirius will live forever, had a happy childhood and had a very un-dreadful family. Who's with me?!!!

Moony, Padfoot and Prongs: OH! *sobs* Your names… They just reminded me of the time Jess had these four little beanie babies, one of a black dog, one of a deer, one of a wolf and one of a rat, and made a purposeful gesture of knocking poor Padfoot and Prongs to the ground…It made me get all emotional… Thank you, each one of you, for reading and enjoying and reviewing.

*YAWN* I'm finishing the rest in the morning…later morning, I mean.

Me: As said before, we're continuing to write ;) 

Anonymous: Eventually you will know the ending to this story :) But that's very, very eventually.

Padfoot's Devoted Daughter: I too was emotionally distraught, but it was 4 in the morning when I was finishing up the book, so destroying things was out of the question ;)

Musicizdbest: I agree that it's a pity lots of people are, as you said, 'limiting their imaginations.' We will not limit our imaginations, Colleen :) We will expand them like a fat man in pudding.

Joie-girl: Oh! You said 'this isnt 4 this chap' and it was a review written for chapter 4! Hah! I just found that incredibly funny. Well, not incredibly, but mildly amusing.

Moon Princess: You are a wonderful person, I've decided. Not only is your review well thought out and very nice, but it has no typos or web-speak. This makes me so happy that I cannot express it with words, which is unfortunate, as it's the only way I can express it to you.

Sea Dragon: No, it doesn't matter if it doesn't follow :), for right now we are put out with JK in a mild way…Not really. We love and adore her, but we just know she has it in for all the good Marauders. It's coming. We just know she'll kill or somehow make Remus be physically deformed or something. She has it in for that generation!

 Hobbitgirl: I'm glad you think it's as funny as 'Dates.' We loved writing that one so much. I think this one is over all better and funnier. We've refined our writing more. Yay! And you see our fics as humourous! Yay! Thank you very much :)

Lexi: It's a great fic? We've achieved greatness? Wow! Some day we hope to conquer the world in the same fashion as Alexander did. There shall be many reat cites named after us. What would they be called anyway? I'm not sure how to change our names into city names… Jessopia? Hillariopia? I dunno… I'm thinking more of society names than city names… Ooooo Jessopolis! Hillaria- a town of Hilarity!

BB Raeaper: One handed typing is something I was once great at. I did it all the time while on the phone. But now I am somewhat of a Hermit. I don't talk on the phone as much, so my one handed typing is not doing as well. My one handed drawing, however, is still up to par! :) Tofu is wonderful… to make fun of. Its colour is something that frightens me… Any thing that strange off white, grayish, colour can't be good for you. I don't care what the healthy people say. It's strange and I won't even try to like it. :)

Little House Girl: Do you like Little House on the Prairie? I've never read those books, actually. But they were sold in my toy shop (when I had one a long time ago.) It was a very nice toy shop. Very cute indeed. I'm glad you're continuing your story, though book 5 may make things non-canon.

_______ Yes, I'm sure it was annoying. It most probably won't happen again, and if it does, you just send us another anonymous review to straighten us up so we don't drive anyone mad, ok? :) You weren't rude, on the contrary, you sounded quite cordial

PLEEZ!:We already wrote what we started. We have yet to finish what we started, though. We can change the rules. We defy rules all the time. Why, just the other day I swear Jess defied the law of gravity.

Rock on Losers: To luffle…What a nice word. It's Onomatopoeia, no? I've never had potatoes with cherries. I don't think I will any time soon. And I know Jess won't, for she is a picky eater.   

Princess17: Oh look! More royalty! You and Moon princess should meet each other and form a league of princesses similar to the league of scarlet women I talked about earlier that Jess and I are going to join sooner than we want to.

Christy: Well, as you are the last of this long list you will receive completely random commentary. You know what? Baboons and Badgers are very violent creatures. Watch Lion King; Rafiki is very violent. He wields that stick and hits people, particularly poor little Simba who just wants to mourn his dead father in peace. Simba's a lot like Harry, besides that whole stuck in a cupboard thing…there aren't any monkeys though… there could be, though!

If anyone reviewed after July 11, just know that you are not listed because we haven't seen your review. You will be thanked at some time :) Thank you! If you've read all of these reviews, please, seek help. Spending prolonged amounts of time reading our crazy chatter can't be good for you. :) We would know this for we've spent far too much time together and can now say random weird things at the same time. We like to scare Jess' brother, Marcus, by doing this. He freaks every time we do it.

That's all now. Bye

-Hillary and not technically Jess

Jess, would now like to add that she is here now, but is not acting in a proactive manner. In fact, she is using her overheated forehead to act as a hot water bottle on Hillary's belbow (We love Henry V) This is a detriment to Hillary and her typing and not a help at the time. If there are typos, blame Jess and her overheated forehead.