Camp one - The Marauders

"Yes! We got our name!" cried Fred and George in unison, high-fiving each other.

Will scoffed," Why am I stuck with him?" he spat, pointing to Legolas.

"He's not evil or anything." said Aragorn.

"Yes, but he is annoying!" complianed Will, stamping his feet.

"Well....yes, he is a bit annoying, isn't he?" whispered Aragorn.

Legolas turned around to Will and Aragorn who tried to act innocent. "My elf ears arer tingling..."

"Right..." said Fred, looking at Legolas unsurley.

"Hey, where's the rum guy?" George asked, looking around.

"Oh, he is somewhere taking a break. He isn't in the story right now." Will explained.

"Oh."

"Were you talking about me, Will?" asked Legolas, stepping towards him.

"Um...yes?"

"I am an elf you know!" huffed Legolas, straightening up.

"And your piont is....?" Will questioned.

"Never mind," Legolas sulked, " It usually works."

"Sure is does," said Fred, patting Legolas on the back.

Camp Two - The PickEls

"How the bloody hell did we get the name pickels?" asked Harry outraged.

"I don't know...they do taste good, though" Ron pointed out.

"I hate HATE pickels!" roared Harry.

"Why?" asked Merry.

"They killed my parents." Harry sighed sadly.

"Are pickels evil guys, like....like the dead Kings?" Pippin asked, exited.

"No! They're a food!" exclaimed Harry, throwing up his arms.

"Harry....I thought your parents were killed by You-Know-Who?" said Ron.

"Who's You-Know-Who?" asked Pintel.

"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!" explained Ron.

Everyone looked confused. "Vol - Voldi - Voldimer!" Ron finished, blushing that he couldn't say the name.

"Oh!" everyone, besides Harry and Ron cried in unison.

Harry looked thoughtful. "You're right, Ron! My prents were killed by Voldimer! I mean Voldemort! Well, he'll get his now..."

"I thought he as gonna get his a few years ago..."

Camp Three - The Pretty Tiara's

While the camp sat gloomily on the snowy logs, Elrond was twirling around in a bright purple dress and he had five tiara's on his head.

"Yay,yay! Pretty Tiara's!" he sang, setting tiara's on his camp members heads.

Voldemort ripped his off and crushed it under his foot. " What a dumb name!"

"Elrond pouted, "My tiara!"

"Does anyone here know this guy?" asked Norrington.

All eyes turned to Gimli, who tried to look innocent. "Never seen him," Gimli stated.

"Don't be silly!" giggled Elrond, " You know me!"

"Get him under control!" ordered Swann, sitting down and chewing on a pine cone he found on the ground.

Grumbling, Gimli walked up to Elrond, " Um...Elrond?"

"Yes?"

"You're not a woman."

"Oh, I know. I just like the feel of this stuff! Does this dress make me look fat?" questioned Elrond, spinning in a circle.

"Yes, like and oliphaunt, now put on men clothes. Or what you consider men clothes." replied Gimli.

Elrond pouted and ran away.

Camp Four - The Old Sessy Dudes

"What does 'Sessy' mean?" asked Dumbledore.

"Your supposed to be smart, you figure it out!" snapped Gandalf angrily.

"I wanted to be the Phoenix camp...." mopped Barbossa.

"Sessy means...sexy." Bo'sun mumbled, clearing his throat and blushing.

"Urgh!" cried twigg, rolling his eyes.

Saruman snorted in disgust. "I am not OLD, a DUDE, or SESSY!"

"You got that right!" agreed Dumbledore, snickering.

"Oh, shutup, I mean I am not this 'sessy', but I am dashingly handsome." Saruman huffed looking proud.

"How long has it been scince you looked in a mirror?" questioned barbossa, looking at Saruman with narrow eyes.

Saruman's face fell and he hung his head. "18 years."

"There, there," cooed Dumbledore.

Camp Five - The Bookworms

"So... we are." said Annamaria, smiling.

"Shush. Reading." Hermione snapped pointing to her book.

"Oh, alright."

The camp was silent, exept for the occasional flip of pages and the chattering teeth of the others. Ginny looked at Hermione angrily.

"Mione, why do you get all the blankets?" she asked.

Hermione looked up. " I'm cold."

"Yeah, so are we." Eowyn pointed out.

"Right....I'm reading." Hermione said sternly to show that the topic was over.

"Stupid Menstraul cycle. " grumbled Elizabeth, shivering uncontroably.

Camp Six - Two Midgets and Three Retards

"We can call ourselves T.M.T.R." suggested Frodo to the group.

"Why?" hissed draco, shivering in his light robe. Author - "Aw Draco! Poor thing! Here's a 't resist....lol

"Because it's better than two midgets and thrre retards."

Draco shivered," Touche" British term

Thre was a soft thump behind the group. They all turned around to see Sam laying on the ground, feet and arms in the air, snoring loudly.

Draco's mouth fell open and Severus raised his eyebrows in interest.

"How does he do that?" breathed Luna, staring at the sleeping Sam with wide eyes.

Frodo shrugged and pulled his cloak closer to keep warm.

"Can all camps report to the center circle." roared a loud voice across the camps.

"No!" replied Voldemort, ripping off another tiara.

The camps trudged through the snow to the center camp. They all shivered, except Hermione, who had stolen everyone's blankets.

"Everyone using the supplied blankets well?" asked Randall, who was wearing pink earmuffs.

"NO!" said Harry, but Randall ignored him.

"Okay, tomarrow we will have our forst game!" said Randall happily."Now, you will all recieve a bucket of fried chicken from our proud sponsors, KFC!"

"What's KFC?" asked Pippin as he recieved his chicken.

"Not sure, but it smells good!" cried Swann, shoving pieces of chicken into his mouth.

Kim : Wow...no updates scince november. I'm really bad at this. :(

Amy: No your not, you just have your other stories to write up....but it is pretty bad...no updates scince November.....it's the end of January....