Once again I am typing for you fine people, my coffee mug my only company.
Yeah, yeah, it's been almost a year, but I write only during the summer
because it's my thing. Just to avoid repetitious comments, find the
appropriate answer for your question here: "No, I am not doing any drugs,"
"Wow buddy, I AM a Christian, go me!", "Yes, I do have a sick sense of
humour. Come off it", and "No, I am not accepting marriage proposals at
this time." As long as your answer isn't there, feel free to comment :-D
Now! Marvel at my ability to add a completely new person from no where!
Chapter 3: Floyd Potter Like Whoa
Floyd Potter walked to the Gryffindor common room, greeted by the usual clapping crowd, and posters saying things such as 'WE LOVE YOU, FLOYD!' and things of that sort. He loved all of the attention, but every now and then signing autographs and taking pictures with fans could get a little tiring. Although he did like all of the attention from the gu..err..girls.
"Floyd...Floyd, I was wondering if...youcouldsignthisforme" a timid first year asked him as he made his way to the door. He sighed at the sight of the child holding up his pet toad, and sharpie for approval.
"You want me to sign your toad?" he asked, a little confused (and worried about the toxic effects on the frog). But before the boy could answer, he fainted from the sheer shock that THE Floyd Potter was talking to him. Floyd shrugged, and left the room, making his way to the Great Hall to eat breakfast, ignoring the screaming girls and the paparazzi following him. He made his way to the Slytherin table, and sat down next to his best friend Draco.
"Hello Floyd" Draco said, without looking towards his friend. He was engulfed in an issue of some paper. "Says here your cousins causing some trouble over in America" he said, amused.
"Yes, thank God we got rid of him" Floyd said, grinning.
"Funny you should word it that way..." Draco began, but then drifted off, reading again. Floyd looked around. He was the most popular student at Hogwarts, it was easy to tell. He had never disliked his cousin, until he had made sure he was excluded from every story about Hogwarts life. That was just plan rude to steal the spotlight like that. Oh well, he would get over it.
"So, where do you think the old man is?" Floyd asked, looking around the room. Draco simply shrugged and continued reading.
Floyd, who, I should mention, has a bad case of bipolar disorder, suddenly leapt up and screamed at Draco "Why won't you talk to me anymore?! Why can't things be like they used to?! Just because...just because...aarrrgghhh!"
"Bloody hell, Floyd, stop being such a diva," Draco said, slurping milk though his cornflakes and not even looking up, causing Floyd to run form the room in tears.
A third year girl ran up to Draco and shouted "Don't you know how hard it is on him being a star?" and slapped him across the face. Draco hardly flinched and the fan girl ran after Floyd, nearly in tears from all of the empathy that she was experiencing. "I know you're a real person, Floyd! I just want to be your friend!"
ALL OF A SUDDEN....The lights went out! ooohhhh And when they came back on....Draco was gone! gasp (yeah, yeah, detail can kiss my bum)
As the students began to calm down Hermione's voice screamed, "Oh my goodness! Look at the wall!" Everyone whirled around to look at the wall. "Not that one you idiots! The one covered in blood!"
"Which one?" asked Dean Thomas
"That one! The one that mos def says "Floyd is mine" in blood!"
"Where?"
"There are only four walls, you idiot, and you've looked at three!"
"Well it's not my fault you aren't specific"
"Just look already, everyone!"
"Oh my God! That wall! It says "Floyd is mine" in blood!"
At this point Hermione killed herself with a metal spork. (That's right! A metal spork! Isn't that neat?!)
Somewhere kinda far away, Harry Potter woke up with a gasp. "Not again..." he groaned, looking down at his shee...oh...wait...children's story. Right. Anyway. Harry said "Argh, I think something happened to one of my old friends!" and then he went back to sleep, never thinking of it again.
Deep in the walls of Hogwarts...there was some stone. But deep under Hogwarts there was a dark force to be reckoned with! And Loyd Potter just happened to be lost and hunting for a bathroom...
I apologize for all of this...Lauren is coming over on Friday and thus my inspiration will come back. This will become wonderful again, and you all shall be happy.
As always, some of the ideas have been inspired by the wonderful Lauren. We share a sick sense of humor, and the tie of blood. And for any of you that would be appalled by me throwing in some mild slash relationships, please comment with requests not to. It's just a thought.
Chapter 3: Floyd Potter Like Whoa
Floyd Potter walked to the Gryffindor common room, greeted by the usual clapping crowd, and posters saying things such as 'WE LOVE YOU, FLOYD!' and things of that sort. He loved all of the attention, but every now and then signing autographs and taking pictures with fans could get a little tiring. Although he did like all of the attention from the gu..err..girls.
"Floyd...Floyd, I was wondering if...youcouldsignthisforme" a timid first year asked him as he made his way to the door. He sighed at the sight of the child holding up his pet toad, and sharpie for approval.
"You want me to sign your toad?" he asked, a little confused (and worried about the toxic effects on the frog). But before the boy could answer, he fainted from the sheer shock that THE Floyd Potter was talking to him. Floyd shrugged, and left the room, making his way to the Great Hall to eat breakfast, ignoring the screaming girls and the paparazzi following him. He made his way to the Slytherin table, and sat down next to his best friend Draco.
"Hello Floyd" Draco said, without looking towards his friend. He was engulfed in an issue of some paper. "Says here your cousins causing some trouble over in America" he said, amused.
"Yes, thank God we got rid of him" Floyd said, grinning.
"Funny you should word it that way..." Draco began, but then drifted off, reading again. Floyd looked around. He was the most popular student at Hogwarts, it was easy to tell. He had never disliked his cousin, until he had made sure he was excluded from every story about Hogwarts life. That was just plan rude to steal the spotlight like that. Oh well, he would get over it.
"So, where do you think the old man is?" Floyd asked, looking around the room. Draco simply shrugged and continued reading.
Floyd, who, I should mention, has a bad case of bipolar disorder, suddenly leapt up and screamed at Draco "Why won't you talk to me anymore?! Why can't things be like they used to?! Just because...just because...aarrrgghhh!"
"Bloody hell, Floyd, stop being such a diva," Draco said, slurping milk though his cornflakes and not even looking up, causing Floyd to run form the room in tears.
A third year girl ran up to Draco and shouted "Don't you know how hard it is on him being a star?" and slapped him across the face. Draco hardly flinched and the fan girl ran after Floyd, nearly in tears from all of the empathy that she was experiencing. "I know you're a real person, Floyd! I just want to be your friend!"
ALL OF A SUDDEN....The lights went out! ooohhhh And when they came back on....Draco was gone! gasp (yeah, yeah, detail can kiss my bum)
As the students began to calm down Hermione's voice screamed, "Oh my goodness! Look at the wall!" Everyone whirled around to look at the wall. "Not that one you idiots! The one covered in blood!"
"Which one?" asked Dean Thomas
"That one! The one that mos def says "Floyd is mine" in blood!"
"Where?"
"There are only four walls, you idiot, and you've looked at three!"
"Well it's not my fault you aren't specific"
"Just look already, everyone!"
"Oh my God! That wall! It says "Floyd is mine" in blood!"
At this point Hermione killed herself with a metal spork. (That's right! A metal spork! Isn't that neat?!)
Somewhere kinda far away, Harry Potter woke up with a gasp. "Not again..." he groaned, looking down at his shee...oh...wait...children's story. Right. Anyway. Harry said "Argh, I think something happened to one of my old friends!" and then he went back to sleep, never thinking of it again.
Deep in the walls of Hogwarts...there was some stone. But deep under Hogwarts there was a dark force to be reckoned with! And Loyd Potter just happened to be lost and hunting for a bathroom...
I apologize for all of this...Lauren is coming over on Friday and thus my inspiration will come back. This will become wonderful again, and you all shall be happy.
As always, some of the ideas have been inspired by the wonderful Lauren. We share a sick sense of humor, and the tie of blood. And for any of you that would be appalled by me throwing in some mild slash relationships, please comment with requests not to. It's just a thought.