This was so sad. I've lost everyone's reviews!!!!!!!! I cleared my computer and went back to AOL 8.0. Be sad everyone!! Be sad!!!
Piedermort: Rikka gets different things upon her request, so Frederick goes to Monica!
Monnika Daluver: Here's Freddy and Pierre.
PeriwinkleMagic: Okay, okay. Sorry. You've read To Kill a Mockingbird? Could you send me the themes that you thought were there? (college course)
Haven Bloodcrow: YES THE COLORFUL FLAMING SPORKS!!!
SillyBandit: I love you! (Do a dance. Zanza loves you!)
Err........I can't remember anymore......sowwy!!!!!! And, the Hurricane Charlie. Everybody still alive down in Florida?! But now, on with the wonderful story. Oh, and Vulcan Raven 2525, I LOVE YOU!!
SONG BY NIRVANA, "SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT!!!"
Rory ran down the corridor to the Great Hall. No, she wasn't late for class, it was Saturday. The day she had been waiting for. Quidditch tryouts. She was already ten minutes late and she had to grab breakfast. Why did they have to be so freaking early? She burst into the Hall, grabbed a slice of toast from the nearest table, which happened to be Slytherin, gaining much attention, and ran out.
Load up your guns, bring your friends
Its fun to lose, and to pretend
Rory sauntered towards the table where the original Gryffindor Quidditch players sat. "Hey, Potter. I'm here, the party can begin!" Rory gloated, smirking. "You? What do you want? You can't play Quidditch," Potter asked. "Oh, yes, she can," a voice from behind her came. She spun around to find herself face to, well, chest (he's freaking tall) with Oliver Wood. "Olly!!!" Rory screamed and hugged him. "Ugh," Oliver made a face. "Must you call me that?" "Would you prefer Pookie?" "
She's over bored, and self assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word
"Anyway, Potter. You have to let her tryout. Its rules," Oliver stated. "Ugh," Potter sighed. "Fine. What position?" "Oh, Olly, what was that position I'm soooo good at?" Rory asked innocently. "I believe that would be seeker, Ms. Rory," Oliver answered seriously. "Ah, yes. That's it PotHead. Seeker," Rory said, smiling maliciously. "SEEKER?! But I'm seeker!" Potter roared. "Well, Potter, you should KNOW this, being Captain and all, but in a situation like this the current member may be challenged. Whoever finds the snitch first wins. And to make sure its not a fluke, it has to be three out of five," Oliver berated. "Fine! I'll do it. Be ready, Mudblood," Potter snorted. "Ya think, he'd have some respect for Mudblood-kind, seeing as his mother was one, but NOOO!!! Honestly. But don't worry, Olly, I'll teach him to respect Lily AND me," Rory mumbled to Oliver. "Don't worry Ror, I know you'll win," Oliver comforted. Rory grinned. "JUST KIDDIN' WITH YA, OLLY!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! You honestly believed that I, of all people, was NERVOUS over QUIDDITCH!!" With that Rory broke into a fit of evil laughter, while dear "Olly" sulked.
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Apparently, word of the "seek-off" had spread throughout the school, as half the student body and staff were there. As Oliver helped her pull on the last over her gear, Rory looked out. "Dude, who told?" "Hold still!!!!" "Okay, okay. No need to get all bi-yatchy on me, Olly." Oliver sighed.
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
In the stands an unusual conversation was taking place between teacher and student. "Hey, Rikka," Monica asked from her seat behind the pink-headed teacher. "Yes, Monica?" "Why is there and chair and a wooden spoon next to you?" Monica looked down at the spoon and chair on the bleachers. "Oh, well. I thought it was time for you all to meet some people that were very special to me..." Rikka began. "This is Freddy, the wooden spoon, and this is Pierre, the chair (hey that rhymes)," Rikka motioned to the two objects. "Well in that case it's only fair..." Monica pulled out a sock puppet. "This is Frederick, the sock!" "Nice to meet you Frederick." "You too, Pierre and Freddy."
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Rory flew out of the pen as it opened, Oliver watching from behind her. She did a few laps around the pitch, intricate moves included, receiving warm applause, to warm herself up. Then, the Boy-Who-Lived(-to-be-the-arrogant-arse-he-is-today) flew out of his side. His Gryffindor robes billowing as he flew out, magnificent, compared to her blue jeans and black t-shirt. (Well, the jeans and t-shirt were more magnificent to the boys atleast) "Done with your 'magnificent entrance' Potty?" she asked, as the glare on Potter's face increased. "What do you know, Mudblood?" "Well, must be a lot because, well, you certainly thought I knew quite a bit when you were failing Potions," Rory sneered. "Shut up, you whore," Potter snarled, satisfied with himself. "Really now, Potter. I thought all those years with Malfoy would've taught you something about come backs. Besides the point, don't you act like YOU or the Weasel haven't screwed every Gryffindor in our year. Well, that is, every girl, besides yours truly," Rory derided. Potter growled at her. "Oh, animalistic. The girls must REALLY love THAT." Then the whistle sounded and the two of them were off, searching.
Hello, hello, hello...
The two found the snitch in no time at all, from then on the game was fast-paced. "Rory is in the lead with her Alexandria 10000, but no! Here comes Potter! She checks over her shoulder and there's the bludger, she narrowly misses it, but Oh!! There goes Potter, knocked off his broom. And Rory has the snitch! The round goes to Rory!" Rory looked at the snitch as the crowd cheered for her. It struggled in her hand and she released it gently. It hovered in front of her for a minute before racing off into the darkening sky.
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
"Have a nice fall, Potty?" Rory asked grinning. Potter just glared maliciously. "Oh, come on, Potter. Don't be like that!" Rory whined. The snitch and the bludgers were released and the whistle was blown.
I feel stupid, and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
Draco watched in disbelief as Rory practically swatted the snitch away when it circled her. He followed the shock on his face with a smirk. She wants to have some fun.
A mulatto, an albino,
a mosquito, my libido
Rory hovered, still, in midair, letting the snitch get away. She was not going to win this by a freak accident. She had to show she had skills. She finally took off after it, about twenty feet behind Potter, who was on its tail. She felt the wind blow past her, faster and faster. She loved this feeling, this rush. She sped up a little, as the snitch took a dive down, she was now only about a yard and a half away from him. She looked down at the ground. It was rushing towards her, coming closer and closer, and the crowd was drowned out by the pounding in her ears. She smiled. Potter pulled up and off to the side as the snitch got under two feet to the ground. Rory stared at it and got four feet over the ground and pulled up suddenly. The snitch raced along he ground at the same level. Rory followed at her same level as well. She flew over it and maintained her speed, steadying her broom. She slipped over, her legs holding her onto the broom. Even when she was upside down, barely hanging on to her broom, she knew she was in control of the broom. She could feel her t-shirt slipping up, this would have to be fast. (There were WAY too many teenage boys here awaiting a glance of busty goodness) Her hand whipped out and the snitch flew right into it as she snatched it up. She let go of her broom, releasing her legs. She flipped and planted her feet firmly on the ground for a solid dismount as the crowd cheered wildly.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
"Looks like you might lose this one, Potter," Rory snickered. "But ya know. Just for the fun of it, I think I'm gonna letcha win! I enjoy the pressure..." The whistle blew and Potter raced off, and he noticed no one behind him and looked back. Rory floated at the center of the pitch. She seemed to be pointing at him and yelling something. Potter snorted and slowly turned back around, just in time to be met in the face with a bludger. He flew off his broom and to the ground below with a sickening thud. Rory sighed and slowly soared towards the snitch, that was floating a few feet above the ground. She took a nosedive for it and pulled up at the last second. She stood up on the broom, balancing herself skillfully as she kicked the left side of her broom, telling it to speed up. The crowd melted away and she slowly caught up with the blur of gold, snatching it up gracefully. She kicked the left side of the Alexandria and it slowed down, coming to a halt when she kept her foot to the left side of it. She jumped off and walked over to where Potter lay, broken and groaning in the grass.
I'm worst at what I do best
And for this gift, I feel blessed
Rory looked down at Potter in distaste. "Geez, Potter. I was LETTING you win, you weren't even playing against me, and I even warned you, but you lost anyway. You honestly suck. But as THEY say, 'Don't look down upon someone, unless your helping them up.' Damn THEY!!" Rory yelled, as she whipped out her wand. "Divulge." His lower right leg and a section of his abdomen glowed. "Hmm...A leg fracture and a cracked rib." "Reconcilios." "That fixed your leg. It was only a fracture. You're gonna have to see Pomphrey about the cracked rib..." Rory then put her wand back into her pocket and walked off as the clouds took over the sky and rain began to fall.
Our little group has always been
and always will, until the end
"Well, how was I supposed to know that I won the position as captain?!" Rory yelled. "I thought you already KNEW," Oliver defended. "Well, you could have made SURE!! I'm not even sure I can handle it. Band practice. Quidditch. Light Army. Dark Army. Tom. School. Friends. Working out." "Well, you'll just have to cut out a few things, like sleeping...and eating."
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello...
"HELLO MY PUPPETS!!!!!!!!!" Rikka screamed. "I see you have all returned for another torturous day of class!!!! Welllll, your right today is going to be torturous!!!!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! No, I won't be having you all fling radioactive, zombie, squirrel, cow, evil monkey, gnome, ferret, badger poo like I wanted, but you WILL be beating each other up!!! YAY!!!!" Rikka squealed as the class groaned. Rikka coughed and her voice went serious. "I will be pairing you up with someone of about the same strength. First up, Rory and Drakie!! Then Blaise and Poootter. (notice how she drew that out to say Poo) Troy-Boy, and Ty-my-shoe. Weasel...y, Brando. Neville, the best place on Earth, and Millicent. Luna, Parvati. I'm-allergic-to-Pansys and also Lavendar..." she continued with her random nick-names.
With the lights out its less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
"Okay, so first up, my Dynamic Duo. But wait, WHO'S BATMAN AND WHO'S ROBIN?!?!" Rikka asked, screaming. While walking up Rory answered, "Oh, that's alright, Drakie here can be Robin..." The two girls laughed as Draco had a smirk plastered on his face. The two stood in opposite corners of the mat. "IN THE WEST CORNER WE HAVE DRACOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" "AND IN THE EAST CORNER, ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!"
I feel stupid and contagious
Here, we are now entertain us
"I'll give you five minutes or until someone taps out. BEGIN!" Rikka yelled. Draco started out by trying to hit her with a high kick, but she grabbed his leg and twisted it around and forced him to the ground. Draco twisted and kicked at her with his other leg and got a solid hit, forcing her to let go. Draco pushed himself up as Rory kicked herself up. She hit a knee and swung her leg out underneath him, but Draco jumped up, avoiding the fall. Draco got in a low kick knocking her down, followed by Rory pressing the back of his knees, forcing him down. The two laid breathing heavily, until Rory got up and pinned Draco down. The two rolled on the ground, fighting for dominance. (a/n...I'm prettttty sure that this doesn't sound right! But get your head out of the squirrels butt!!) Finally, Draco got off of Rory, seeing that it was going nowhere. Draco tried to punch her in the stomach when she got up, but Rory caught his arm, turned him around, and forced him down. Draco hissed. The whistle blew and Rory got off of him quickly. "Yes, Rory, I see you are Batman. NA-NA-NA-NA-BATMAAAN!!!!"
A mulatto, an albino,
a mosquito, my libido
"IN THE I'M DIRECTION DEPRIVED DIRECTION, BBBBAAAALLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIISSSSSEEE!!!!...AND IN THE OTHER SIDE, POOOOOTTTTYYYYYYYYYYYY....ER."
The two faced each other as the whistle blew. Blaise tackled Potter, turned him around and twisted his arm. He tapped out immediately and squealed.
Rory looked up at Draco, who was standing beside her. "Never did have much endurance..."
Rikka looked at Potter in disgust. "And did I tell you that if you lose, you must do whatever a student of my choice tells you to?" Potter shook his head. "Well, I'm telling you now!!! Rory, if you would?" "Of course, Rikka. But first I must consult my advisor..." Rory turned towards Draco and they commensed in whispering. After a quiet debate, Rory turned towards Potter. "Potter, tomorrow, dress up in that pink and yellow bathing suit Rikka put you in, take a large rubber ducky with you anywhere you go, dye your hair to match the bathing suit, only answer to Potty, PotHead, HP-dawg, and PotPie. Also, the only people you are allowed to converse with are Pansy and Millicent, and you MUST talk to them. And of course you must go for a five hour shopping trip with the Slytherin girls and allow them to do a makeover on you and you have to come to school the next day looking exactly like you did the night before. Oh, and don't forget, you must be mine and Draco's slave for two weeks and you must address us as you are told to." Potter stood, frozen to his spot, his mouth agape. Many of the onlookers had a similar expression.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
"Ohhh...damn....we ARE evil." "How could we do this?" laughter "Way to go! You ARE the EVILEST!" "No you are!" "No you!" "Well, maybe I am..." laughter
And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess, it makes me smile
"Pookies!!! Come up here, Dears!!!!" Rikka screamed, as Ty and Troy got up and walked to the mat.
"Man, this is gonna be great. When those two fight, all hell breaks loose!!!" Rory whispered to Draco.
I found it hard, it's hard to find
Oh well, whatever, never mind
"IN THE WHICHEVER DIRECTION THAT IS CORNER, TROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY!!!!! AND IN THAT OTHER DIRECTION, TYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!...BEGIN!"
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Ty and Troy stood in their places. "So, what's with you hitting on Lee, Troy?" Ty asked. "What?! I don't flirt with your sister!...well...I don't think I do...Do I Rory?" Troy, turning around, asked Rory. She just shrugged. "Besides that, your sister may be hot and all, but-" Ty tackled him. The two rolled on the floor, punches flying, and yells being heard. "You think my sister is HOT?!" "I never said that-ugh! I meant that to not say she wasn't!-ah!" "Oof! So now she's ugly?!" "Agh! I never-mmf-Said that!" "What are you-gah!- saying, then?!" "I DON'T KNOW!!" "OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW!" "Ummm...okay...despite how enjoyable it is to watch you two, I must stop you..." The two pulled away with no force.
"How can they just...stop?" Draco asked. "They do it all the time. I usually stop them so they just let it go. And they need something to get mad over. It fires up the fight," Rory explained. "Oh."
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello...
Brandon won over Weasley, Millicent over Neville (who also tapped out. Must be Pansy's slave for a week), Luna over Parvati, and Pansy over Lavendar (consisted mostly of biyatch slaps).
With the lights out its less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
Potter stepped into the Great Hall wearing the planned attire, a pink and yellow, ballerina, girls one-piece bathing suit, his hair matching (half pink and half yellow) with a large rubber ducky in tow. He walked over to the Gryffindor table, blushing, but Rory got up and with a "Tut-tut-tut." directed him towards the Slytherin table where he sat, in between the two Slytherin girls. Draco had already discussed with the two to make PotPie's life a living Hell. The team grinned at each other from across the great hall.
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
"Hey, Potty!" "...Yes, your... highness?" "Can you go over there and, say, try to hold a sensible discussion with Crabbe and Goyle?" "Yes, your...majesty..."
"Crabbe. Goyle." grunt grumble mumble murmur gruuuunt
"Yes, I see," Draco nodded. "What the hell did they just say?" "They said Goyle- 'Crabbe. What's Potter doing out of his respective area?' Crabbe- 'I don't know, Goyle. Perhaps it has something to do with that dare.' Goyle- 'Yes, perhaps so.' Crabbe- 'Grunt' You obviously don't speak gruntanese."
A mulatto, an albino
a mosquito, my libido
"So, Draco, you evil arse you, ya wanna-" "Why, yes I would, Rory. But isn't it a little up front for YOU to ask ME? But that's alright, I like 'em fiery!" "PERV!" punch "Trying not to let you know that that hurt...ow." "As I was saying, ya wanna go skating with me and the boys?" "Sure. Be there in a sec, but can I go through the DOOR?" "Yeah. My password is, heh-heh. I know you'll LOVE this. 'Mudvayne.'" "Just can't let it go can ya?" "Nah. Not the type to let go." sigh
A denial! A denial! A denial! A denial!
"He's beautiful, truly beautiful. It's the type of touching thing that brings tears to my eyes..." "I know and those colors go so well together, Ror." "Yes, Draco they do. And see how his green eyes sparkle because of that red eye shadow?" "And that blue mascara. Sophisticated but not slutty." "Ohh. Those yellow heels, Drakie, I should get some of those." "Yeah. They would look great on you, but not as good as that LITTLE black dress, it really shows of his SMOOTH, HAIRLESS legs. Oh. And those bows in his hair, kinda punk." "I never knew you were so attracted to men, Drakie." "I'm not. I just appreciate feminine beauty." "Yes, I bet you APPRECIATE it ALL NIGHT LONG sometimes!" "You disgust me." "The feeling's mutual."
A denial! A denial! A denial! A denial! A denial!
I AM DONE!!! EIGHT PAGES!!! WOOHOO!! LONGEST CHAPPIE EVER!!! Tell me what y'all think etc. and if you have any suggestions for Monica or Rikka, or Troy, Ty, Drak, or Ror! Also, I have a question for y'all. I'm getting my braces soon. What color(s) should I get? colbalt, sky blue, burgundy, red, royal blue, lime green, bright orange, purple, light purple, dark green, regular green, pink (I will kill you if you say pink), yellow, peach, any other color you can think of NO BLACK OR WHITE. THEY DON'T LOOK GOOD.
Some colors I was thinking of were: blue and purple, red and purple, burgundy, red and blue.
NOW, R&R, OR ELSE I WILL FLING ZOMBIE RADIOACTIVE EVIL MONKEY, HUMMINGBIRD, WOODPECKER, FERRET, SQUIRREL, WEASEL, BADGER, COW POO AT YOU!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Zanza
Flinger of ZOMBIE RADIOACTIVE EVIL MONKEY, HUMMINGBIRD, WOODPECKER, FERRET, SQUIRREL, WEASEL, BADGER, COW POO!!!
Lady of the Underworld
Ruler of fleet of farm animals, rodents, and birds.
Destroyer of bunnies.
(you know how long this could be....)
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