"Whose Line Is It Anyway?" Harry Potter Style
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Chapter 4: Lines
Hagrid: Hullo an' once again, this is "Whose Line is it Anyway?" Hey, did anyone hear abou' Harry Potter's fan club? *Harry perks up.* Yeah, apparently among the many gifts you'll receive fer joining is a free pair o' lightin' bolt underpants. *Harry blushes and everyone laughs.* I should know, I'm wearin' some now. *Everyone stares at Hagrid.* An' o' course, I'm jokin'... Now, let's move on to a game called "Lines," played by Ron an' Hermione. *Ron and Hermione walk to the stage.*
Fer this game, our players will have ter act out a scene, during which they'll have ter say the various lines written by people in the audience that are written on tiny pieces of paper, which they have in their pockets. They've never seen these lines before. And the scence they'll have to act out is... Donald Trump, played by Ron, falls in love with Minerva McGonagall, his recently hired employee trainer, played by Hermione, and... start!
Ron: *pushes his hair toward his forehead* Well, I must say, you've done an excellent job training my new Apprentice cast, and I might not actually fire you.
Hermione: Thank you, Mr. Trump. It's truly been an honor.
Ron: No problem and please, call me Donald.
Hermione: Sorry, Donald.
Ron: Would you like to have some caviar?
Hermione: Sure.
Ron: Hang on, let me call the concierge. *uses pretend cell phone* Yeah, I need, like, a pound of caviar, and could you pick me up a Big Mac too?
Hermione: Wow, I thought you only ate thirty-dollar hamburgers!
Ron: Well, I don't like to tell many people but... I have a Big Mac after every episode of the Apprentice.
Hermione: No way, so do I!
Ron: Oh, I imagine with your boyfriend, Albus? Or was it Karkaroff?
Hermione: No, Karkaroff was over fifty years ago and Albus and I just broke up when he told me... *takes piece of paper out of her pocket* "Excuse me, I forgot to brush my teeth."
Ron: So, you're saying you're single?
Hermione: Yes, and how are you and your model girlfriend doing?
Ron: We just broke up, too.
Hermione: Aww, that's too bad. *There is a brief silence.*
Ron: You know, I had tickets to the Backstreet Boys concert tonight... but
Hermione: I love them too, Mr. Trump... I mean Donald. Sorry.
Ron: Don't apologize, my love.
Hermione: Excuse me Mr. Trump...
Ron: I've loved you for so long, and now I feel like jumping up and saying... *takes piece of paper out of his pocket* "Happy St. Patrick's Day!"
Hermione: How did you know I'm Irish?
Ron: Are you kidding me? I knew ever since you wore that four-leaf clover pin to work every day. And, besides, I'm Irish too.
Hermione: This is all too coincidental. Are you spying on me Mr. Trump... Donald?!
Ron: No, of course not. I have professionals do that, I mean... So what's your favorite Backstreet Boys song?
Hermione: Oh, it would definitely have to be the one called, *takes other piece of paper out of her pocket* "What, do I have a bug in my eye?"
Ron: That's a classic. So what do you say, Backstreet Boys concert or caviar?
Hermione: Backstreet Boys concert! I don't like caviar either.
Ron: Neither do-
Hermione: Don't say it, Donald.
Ron: Ok, I'll just say... *takes his last piece of paper out of his pocket* "Either kiss me or take me to the barbershop!"
Hermione: Well... that hair is awful but... *She kisses Ron on the cheek as Ron blushes and the buzzer sounds.*
Harry: Something tells me that wasn't acting? *Ron and Hermione are dead silent.*
Hagrid: Ron, Hermione, you're both fired! *Ron and Hermione look fearful.* No not really; one-thousand points each an' we'll be back with more "Whose Line is it Anyway?!" Don't go away or you're fired!
Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and please, keep reviewing!
Chapter 4: Lines
Hagrid: Hullo an' once again, this is "Whose Line is it Anyway?" Hey, did anyone hear abou' Harry Potter's fan club? *Harry perks up.* Yeah, apparently among the many gifts you'll receive fer joining is a free pair o' lightin' bolt underpants. *Harry blushes and everyone laughs.* I should know, I'm wearin' some now. *Everyone stares at Hagrid.* An' o' course, I'm jokin'... Now, let's move on to a game called "Lines," played by Ron an' Hermione. *Ron and Hermione walk to the stage.*
Fer this game, our players will have ter act out a scene, during which they'll have ter say the various lines written by people in the audience that are written on tiny pieces of paper, which they have in their pockets. They've never seen these lines before. And the scence they'll have to act out is... Donald Trump, played by Ron, falls in love with Minerva McGonagall, his recently hired employee trainer, played by Hermione, and... start!
Ron: *pushes his hair toward his forehead* Well, I must say, you've done an excellent job training my new Apprentice cast, and I might not actually fire you.
Hermione: Thank you, Mr. Trump. It's truly been an honor.
Ron: No problem and please, call me Donald.
Hermione: Sorry, Donald.
Ron: Would you like to have some caviar?
Hermione: Sure.
Ron: Hang on, let me call the concierge. *uses pretend cell phone* Yeah, I need, like, a pound of caviar, and could you pick me up a Big Mac too?
Hermione: Wow, I thought you only ate thirty-dollar hamburgers!
Ron: Well, I don't like to tell many people but... I have a Big Mac after every episode of the Apprentice.
Hermione: No way, so do I!
Ron: Oh, I imagine with your boyfriend, Albus? Or was it Karkaroff?
Hermione: No, Karkaroff was over fifty years ago and Albus and I just broke up when he told me... *takes piece of paper out of her pocket* "Excuse me, I forgot to brush my teeth."
Ron: So, you're saying you're single?
Hermione: Yes, and how are you and your model girlfriend doing?
Ron: We just broke up, too.
Hermione: Aww, that's too bad. *There is a brief silence.*
Ron: You know, I had tickets to the Backstreet Boys concert tonight... but
Hermione: I love them too, Mr. Trump... I mean Donald. Sorry.
Ron: Don't apologize, my love.
Hermione: Excuse me Mr. Trump...
Ron: I've loved you for so long, and now I feel like jumping up and saying... *takes piece of paper out of his pocket* "Happy St. Patrick's Day!"
Hermione: How did you know I'm Irish?
Ron: Are you kidding me? I knew ever since you wore that four-leaf clover pin to work every day. And, besides, I'm Irish too.
Hermione: This is all too coincidental. Are you spying on me Mr. Trump... Donald?!
Ron: No, of course not. I have professionals do that, I mean... So what's your favorite Backstreet Boys song?
Hermione: Oh, it would definitely have to be the one called, *takes other piece of paper out of her pocket* "What, do I have a bug in my eye?"
Ron: That's a classic. So what do you say, Backstreet Boys concert or caviar?
Hermione: Backstreet Boys concert! I don't like caviar either.
Ron: Neither do-
Hermione: Don't say it, Donald.
Ron: Ok, I'll just say... *takes his last piece of paper out of his pocket* "Either kiss me or take me to the barbershop!"
Hermione: Well... that hair is awful but... *She kisses Ron on the cheek as Ron blushes and the buzzer sounds.*
Harry: Something tells me that wasn't acting? *Ron and Hermione are dead silent.*
Hagrid: Ron, Hermione, you're both fired! *Ron and Hermione look fearful.* No not really; one-thousand points each an' we'll be back with more "Whose Line is it Anyway?!" Don't go away or you're fired!