I NEED A SUGGE - fine, - NEUROTIC STARS then
(A/N: Thanks SOOO much for the reviews! Well, three reviews (and one of them was from a friend at school).)
Disclaimer: HP and all related characters don't belong to me. I would own the plot, if there was one. 'So Yesterday' belongs to Hilary Duff.
I NEED A SUGGESTION FOR A TI - urgh! fine! - NEUROTIC STARS, happy?
:You can change your life, if you wanna:
'YESSSSS!!!'
The cry rang throughout the house. The voice belonged to Arabella Figg.
'I GOT IT! I GOT IT! I GOT IT!!!'
'Good morning, Ara.' said Philip.
'I GOT IT!!!'
' Ahem GOOD MORNING, Ara.' said Janet.
'Good morning. I GOT IT!!!'
'Got what?' asked Rebecca.
'THIS!' cried Ara, brandishing a thickish envelope in front of her sister's face.
'What?' said Rebecca, grabbing it.
'HEY!'
'Blah blah blah blah, Hogwarts, blah, accepted, blah blah...oh.'
'GIVE ME THAT!'
'Fine.'
Ara snatched the letter from her sister's hands.
'I GOT IT, I GOT IT, I GOT IT!!!'
'We KNOW already!'
:You can change your clothes, if you wanna:
'Where's my jeans?' said a muffled voice from the closet.
His friend whistled innocently.
'Did you take them?' said the voice accusingly.
His friend didn't answer.
'Sirius!' said James, withdrawing his head from the pile of clothes in his closet.
'Noooo...'
James glared at Sirius. 'Where'd you put them?'
'I didn't take them!'
'You did!'
'I did not!'
'Did!'
'Didn't!' Sirius insisted.
'Did!'
'Didn't!'
'Did!'
'Didn't!'
'Didn't!' said James.
'Did!' argued Sirius.
'Didn't!'
'Did!'
'Okay, now that that's settled, where'd you put my jeans?'
'Under your bed. Hey!'
'Thank you,' said James, reaching under his bed.
'That's not fair!'
'I never said it was,' said James, yanking his jeans out from under his bed. The dust 'poofed' out, making them both cough.
'Hmph.'
'You're acting like a baby, you know,' said James, tossing his jeans aside.
'Hey!'
'Well you ARE,' said James.
The jeans landed, making the dust 'poof' again and them cough.
'Well, you...'
'I what?'
'You...'
'What?'
'...'
'Yes?'
'Uh...'
:If you change your mind, well that's the way it goes
But I'm gonna keep your jeans
And your old black hat
They look good on me
You're never gonna get them back
At least not today, not today, not today:
'You don't know, do you?'
'Know what?'
'Um...'
'Oh well.'
'Yeah,' said James, looking for another pair of jeans.
'Now what?'
'Yeah.'
'Um...'
'Yeah.'
'Can I have your jeans?'
'Yeah.'
'Yay!'
'Hey!'
'What? You said I could have them.'
James glared at Sirius again and resumed digging in his closet.
'Can I have your hat too?'
'Whatever.'
'Whee!'
'Hey, give that back!'
'No!' said Sirius, running out of James's room, clutching his jeans and black cap thingy.
'SIRIUS!!!' cried James, chasing after him.
:If it's over, let it go and
Come tomorrow it will seem
So yesterday, so yesterday
I'm just a bird that's already flown away
Laugh it off, let it go and
When you wake up it will seem
So yesterday, so yesterday
Haven't you heard that I'm gonna be okay:
A bird chirped.
Then it flew away.
(A/N: ...
That was stupid.
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