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Fireblade K'Chona: Here it is!!!
lost-broken-confused: Haha. Voldemort the go fish champion. I knew it was his game.
SodapopC: Thank you!!!
Gyre: Hahaha just found out what that meant.
huckin-cupcakes: Thank you to ya both.
mun012390: Thanks
HermioneBallerina: Haha I just got a good idea for Hermione's.
Destiny13: The war has begun...
Blah Blah Blah: Thank you! I like sooo totally rock! (Pulls out mirror and looks at herself like Lockhart).
Sirius stood at the end of the table and called for attention. Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy, Fred and George Weasley, Remus Lupin, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter and Tom Riddle all turned to look at the man with the brightest T-shirt. That is of course how he became the leader of the group. He had the brightest T-shirt, though Snape's closely rivaled it, but the sight of curly blonde headed, bright T-shirted Snape took a while to get used to be the other members. Sirius began his first meeting speech with...
"We need a name." And thus the first war began. It was man against man against psychiatrist. Some like Snape; well actually only Snape wanted the Strawberry Shampoo Society. Draco wanted the Order of the Snake, but everybody who was Gryffindor in the room turned that down. It also made them suspicious on how much Draco knew about the Order of the Phoenix. Harry wanted the I Hate Voldemort Club, but it hurt Tom's feelings. The three Weasley children wanted the Quidditch Killers of the Fangirl Community, but that was a bit childish so said Snape. The Psychiatrist wanted Hot Stuff Incorporated as a joke and that it stayed for some reason that nobody could understand. Now with a name Hot Stuff Incorporated officially began their first meeting.
"Protagonist, static and antagonist characters, we are gathered in this underground room for one reason and that one reason is that we must destroy the fangirl community with our spy, do not be alarmed she is not evil, Evil-elf. For far too long these fans have tortured us. It time that we fight back. We must bring the spirit of the Harry Potter characters back! There may be a time when we fail. A time when we forsake our cause and break all bonds fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves..."
"Hey!"
"Oops sorry. An hour of fangirls, fanartist, fanfiction writers and filmmakers as we fail and become slaves to their amusement, but it is not this day!
"Sirius don't you think your getting a bit carried away?"
"No I'm not! As I was saying... It is not this day. This day we fight! We have a right not to be made fun of. We have lived through and seen things that few have lived through and how do we get repaid? We get tortured by fangirls. We are puppets to their amusement and their twisted minds. If we destroy the fangirl community then we will have destroyed the largest group of filmgoers'. It is time we take a stand. So I say stand men and psychiatrist of the wizarding community."
Meanwhile, during this speech, the Weasley twins were discussing the profits of their sales with Tom. Draco, Ron and Harry were having a three person staring contest. Snape was looking at a mirror and Remus, one of the few who bothered to listen to Sirius, was eating a chocolate frog. The psychiatrist too was listening to Sirius's insane ramblings while reading her Return of the King book again. Once Sirius finished his speech, a small note fell from the sky and landed on the top of Snape's golden curls. Snape picked it up and started reading it.
Dear Cuddlemuffins (the group gagged.)
We, the fangirl community want to discuss you the terms of your war. Please meet us at the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron. Oh and bring Oliver, Bill and Charlie with you. They have fans too you know.
Love, the fangirl community who love to torture you
"This is good," Sirius said, his mouth dry and all the blood drained from his face. "We'll send Evil-elf as a spy once she's done with tomorrow's appointment." The psychiatrist agreed to this and slowly the group dispersed. Each and every one of them had a look of pure dread and fear. "I wonder if they're watching us?" Sirius wondered out loud.
Fireblade K'Chona: Here it is!!!
lost-broken-confused: Haha. Voldemort the go fish champion. I knew it was his game.
SodapopC: Thank you!!!
Gyre: Hahaha just found out what that meant.
huckin-cupcakes: Thank you to ya both.
mun012390: Thanks
HermioneBallerina: Haha I just got a good idea for Hermione's.
Destiny13: The war has begun...
Blah Blah Blah: Thank you! I like sooo totally rock! (Pulls out mirror and looks at herself like Lockhart).
Sirius stood at the end of the table and called for attention. Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy, Fred and George Weasley, Remus Lupin, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter and Tom Riddle all turned to look at the man with the brightest T-shirt. That is of course how he became the leader of the group. He had the brightest T-shirt, though Snape's closely rivaled it, but the sight of curly blonde headed, bright T-shirted Snape took a while to get used to be the other members. Sirius began his first meeting speech with...
"We need a name." And thus the first war began. It was man against man against psychiatrist. Some like Snape; well actually only Snape wanted the Strawberry Shampoo Society. Draco wanted the Order of the Snake, but everybody who was Gryffindor in the room turned that down. It also made them suspicious on how much Draco knew about the Order of the Phoenix. Harry wanted the I Hate Voldemort Club, but it hurt Tom's feelings. The three Weasley children wanted the Quidditch Killers of the Fangirl Community, but that was a bit childish so said Snape. The Psychiatrist wanted Hot Stuff Incorporated as a joke and that it stayed for some reason that nobody could understand. Now with a name Hot Stuff Incorporated officially began their first meeting.
"Protagonist, static and antagonist characters, we are gathered in this underground room for one reason and that one reason is that we must destroy the fangirl community with our spy, do not be alarmed she is not evil, Evil-elf. For far too long these fans have tortured us. It time that we fight back. We must bring the spirit of the Harry Potter characters back! There may be a time when we fail. A time when we forsake our cause and break all bonds fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves..."
"Hey!"
"Oops sorry. An hour of fangirls, fanartist, fanfiction writers and filmmakers as we fail and become slaves to their amusement, but it is not this day!
"Sirius don't you think your getting a bit carried away?"
"No I'm not! As I was saying... It is not this day. This day we fight! We have a right not to be made fun of. We have lived through and seen things that few have lived through and how do we get repaid? We get tortured by fangirls. We are puppets to their amusement and their twisted minds. If we destroy the fangirl community then we will have destroyed the largest group of filmgoers'. It is time we take a stand. So I say stand men and psychiatrist of the wizarding community."
Meanwhile, during this speech, the Weasley twins were discussing the profits of their sales with Tom. Draco, Ron and Harry were having a three person staring contest. Snape was looking at a mirror and Remus, one of the few who bothered to listen to Sirius, was eating a chocolate frog. The psychiatrist too was listening to Sirius's insane ramblings while reading her Return of the King book again. Once Sirius finished his speech, a small note fell from the sky and landed on the top of Snape's golden curls. Snape picked it up and started reading it.
Dear Cuddlemuffins (the group gagged.)
We, the fangirl community want to discuss you the terms of your war. Please meet us at the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron. Oh and bring Oliver, Bill and Charlie with you. They have fans too you know.
Love, the fangirl community who love to torture you
"This is good," Sirius said, his mouth dry and all the blood drained from his face. "We'll send Evil-elf as a spy once she's done with tomorrow's appointment." The psychiatrist agreed to this and slowly the group dispersed. Each and every one of them had a look of pure dread and fear. "I wonder if they're watching us?" Sirius wondered out loud.