Hello. Goodbye. WAIT! Stop theirs a raccoon on your shoulder! AAAH!
Whatever you do, do not stop, drop and role! Inhale Exhale... Are you calm?
Is the raccoon biting your ear? Good. Now go crazy.
Hi sorry I just had to say that. Why? It's funny that's why. And remember squirrels are going to take-over the world. MOOHAHA! Yes that's right I am crazy. Now read or else. I know where you live. Hihi my cat is high on his toenails. WAIT! Bad Winkle, don't.
Oh the calamity of being famous
Chapter 1: Harry Potter meets Bob the magical button
Harry Potter walked down the hallway, a pile of homework under his arm. Snape had given him all this homework because he had spilled some of his screwed-up potion onto a smiley faced button pinned onto his bag. He had found this button at diagon alley. It made different faces, depending on how you were feeling. Right now the button's smile was upside down and its eyebrows were facing downward in a mad expression.
Harry began to read the assignment aloud "Right, now lets see 'write a 1 and 1/2 foot essay on the correct way to mix dried cockroaches, powdered hippogriff hoofs and chopped tree root to make a proper disintegrating potion.'" Harry went through the trapdoor of the Griffindor common room. Ron and Hermione were sitting in their favorite chairs waiting for him.
"Well that took you long enough." Said Ron sarcastically at Harry. "Shut- up." Laughed Harry. "Really, you two are demented. Can't you think only once about studies and not on snapping foolish sarcasm at each other?" "Tsk tsk Hermione. You know were not an organized freak like you!" Said Ron with an evil grin across his face.
Hermione was just about to open her mouth to protest when a laugh filled the room. "Honestly Harry it wasn't that funny!" snapped Hermione. "T-that wasn't me!" "He's right it was me!" squeaked a voice. The trio's eyes shot towards Harry's bag. The button on Harry's bag was giggling! "Ron is right you know, you are a or..." Harry took off his bag and flew it across the room and Hermione screamed. "MY BUTTON IS TALKING!" yelled Harry. "Ow! That hurt you know and yeah I am talking. Names Bob and your afraid so wait a second while I put on my scared face." The button's mouth became a 'O' and his eyes widened. "Ya so there, you got your scared face. I'm doing my job." "How are you talking?" asked Ron looking rather pale. A pair of glasses suddenly appeared on the buttons eyes. "When Harry here spilled his potion on me, it caused me to have the ability of speech along with emotions and the sense of touch." The tiny spectacles flew off and left the talking button smiling gaily at he three.
Well that's all for now please review
Misforgiven.
Hi sorry I just had to say that. Why? It's funny that's why. And remember squirrels are going to take-over the world. MOOHAHA! Yes that's right I am crazy. Now read or else. I know where you live. Hihi my cat is high on his toenails. WAIT! Bad Winkle, don't.
Oh the calamity of being famous
Chapter 1: Harry Potter meets Bob the magical button
Harry Potter walked down the hallway, a pile of homework under his arm. Snape had given him all this homework because he had spilled some of his screwed-up potion onto a smiley faced button pinned onto his bag. He had found this button at diagon alley. It made different faces, depending on how you were feeling. Right now the button's smile was upside down and its eyebrows were facing downward in a mad expression.
Harry began to read the assignment aloud "Right, now lets see 'write a 1 and 1/2 foot essay on the correct way to mix dried cockroaches, powdered hippogriff hoofs and chopped tree root to make a proper disintegrating potion.'" Harry went through the trapdoor of the Griffindor common room. Ron and Hermione were sitting in their favorite chairs waiting for him.
"Well that took you long enough." Said Ron sarcastically at Harry. "Shut- up." Laughed Harry. "Really, you two are demented. Can't you think only once about studies and not on snapping foolish sarcasm at each other?" "Tsk tsk Hermione. You know were not an organized freak like you!" Said Ron with an evil grin across his face.
Hermione was just about to open her mouth to protest when a laugh filled the room. "Honestly Harry it wasn't that funny!" snapped Hermione. "T-that wasn't me!" "He's right it was me!" squeaked a voice. The trio's eyes shot towards Harry's bag. The button on Harry's bag was giggling! "Ron is right you know, you are a or..." Harry took off his bag and flew it across the room and Hermione screamed. "MY BUTTON IS TALKING!" yelled Harry. "Ow! That hurt you know and yeah I am talking. Names Bob and your afraid so wait a second while I put on my scared face." The button's mouth became a 'O' and his eyes widened. "Ya so there, you got your scared face. I'm doing my job." "How are you talking?" asked Ron looking rather pale. A pair of glasses suddenly appeared on the buttons eyes. "When Harry here spilled his potion on me, it caused me to have the ability of speech along with emotions and the sense of touch." The tiny spectacles flew off and left the talking button smiling gaily at he three.
Well that's all for now please review
Misforgiven.