Whoo. Celebrate...yeah...wow I am so TIRED. I am about to drop over and die. (drops over and dies)

Ok now. I'm back with the living. I am in a very drabble-ly mood so there should be another chapter shortly following this one.

Disclaimer: Merry is not my character...even though he isn't really mentioned in this chapter but he...um...he is there. I assure you. Oh! and the house elves, who are mentioned, are not mine either...except for maybe the Italian one...

Warning: This chapter uses the word 'what' so much you may question its spelling, I know I did. eha. eahahaha. mwuaha. mwuahaeeeaha. ha. mmyes.

See how tired I am? Perfect for writing, I say. Perfect. If I was this tired every day, I would be a GENIUS!

woah...like...that was total- ok I'm not even going to go there. If I start that imitation who knows when I'll stop.

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In the kitchens (a/n: finally. Haha. Right?)

"Hey guys! Are we late?" Maureen asked as she plopped down next to Jenny on the couch.

Jennifer followed Maureen in and sat on the arm of the couch.

"You're both a little late, but it's ok." Morgan said as she checked her watch.

Since everyone was now there, the 'meeting' could commence.

"Alrighty then. On my way down from the delightful Gryffindor common room, I had an epiphany. We should meet in the kitchens every Wednesday or something so we can talk to one another. I mean," Bradley paused to shrug, "We are all in different houses."

"Heaw heaw!" (translation: hear hear) Maureen said through her mouthful of chocolate-chip cookie.

Everyone's head snapped in her direction.

"Where'd you get that?" Jennifer asked, never taking her eyes off the cookie.

Maureen stopped eating it and looked around at everyone; they all were eyeing her cookie predatorily.

Before anyone could pounce, Maureen quickly stuffed the rest of it in her mouth.

Shoulders slumped.

Belatedly answering the previous question, Maureen pointed to one of the many house elves that were bustling around.

Jennifer grabbed the nearest house elf and yelled insanely, "I need a cookie! COOKIE!"

POP!

Faster than you can say snickerdoodlepoodlewizfizzyfuzzywuzzy, the house elf popped away to the kitchens.

Everyone didn't seem to have noticed what just happened.

Kathryn raised her hand, "Ooh! I have an idea. We can meet every day and have a sort of study group."

"Sounds good to me. Uh…should we have a name?" Jenny asked.

Stacey jumped up and down. "OOH! OOH! I vote Dead Poet's Society!"

Insert cricket ambiance.

Can you not imagine it for yourself?

(sigh) Very well.

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"What?"

It was then that the poor house elf that had beenshaken (a/n: i...think...that's a word...shaken?shooken? oh bother)by Jennifer popped back and set a plate of cookies on the table.

He was almost too late popping back to the kitchens when everyone launched themselves to the plate.

The cookies were savagely devoured in precisely 8.99916 seconds.

Racer announcer: oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes! Precisely 8.99916 seconds, folks! 8.99916 secoooooooooooooooooonndsss!

(tv channel turns)

Damsel: Leave me alone Johnny. (dramatic gasp) I-I-I can't be with you.

Hearthrob Johny: How could I? (grabs her shoulders in passionate embrace) I've always loved ya Margaret. Always!

Damsle (recently proclaimed Maraget): Oooh Johnny! (passionate kiss)

(tv channel turns)

(woman screams)

(tv channel turns)

Jennifer has the remote and sets it on the table.

"What did you change the channel for?" Maureen asked as she took out the batteries.

Jennifer shrugged and said, "I thought we were getting boring."

"Pssh."

"Nonsense."

"We are NOT boring!"

"I take offense to that."

"Can we stop now? I gotta pee."

"Are you saying I'm fat?"

"QUIET! QUIET! QUIET! SILENCIO! Mama mia. " Said a passing Italian house elf.

After getting over the…strange….definite that there are house elves of various cultures, everyone proceeded with business.

Not knowing what the business was, everyone became bored.

(9 collective sighs)

"so…"

"Yes."

"Yes 'what'?"

"What, 'what'?"

"Yes, what."

"Yes, what?"

"That's what you said, 'yes what'."

"What, yes what?"

"What?"

"You said 'what' first."

"No, you said 'yes what' first."

"what?"

"WILL YOU TWO STOP IT! Your hurting my brain!" Jenny said while holding her head.

"What?" Bradley and Stacey both asked at the same time.

"GAH! That's it! I'm going to bed. This is a waste of my time and I'm tired." Jenny said as she got off the couch and grabbed a pastry off the tray of a passing house elf.

"Well, we still haven't established what you meant."

"What do you mean, 'what I meant'? What did you mean?"

"Well, you were the one who said 'what' first!"

"What? No I didn't, you said 'yes what' first."

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Betcha couldn't keep that 'what' business straight. EvenI couldn't when I wrote it.

Cherio. Review an' all that, wot. Toodly pip.