A/N: "I spend three hundred and sixty four days a year suppressing the demons inside me...but on Halloween, I invite them to dance..."
Ficlet Thirty-Seven: I Don't Know?
"Hey, Sirius...what time is it?" Remus asked.
"Umm..." Sirius inspected his invisible watch. "I don't know."
"You don't know, eh? Well that and a sickle will get you a hot cup of JACK SQUAT!!!"
Sirius cried.
Ficlet Thirty-Eight: Christmas?
"I love Christmas!" Ron shouted in his joy as he ran to the Christmas tree and started shaking his packages.
"It's all about presents to you, Ron, isn't it? You wake up that morning and run down to the tree at light speed.." Fred said, "...You grab the biggest present you can find, rip the paper off, stuff your hand inside and pull out a dream come true!"
"Well," George put in, "in the real world, when you hang up a stocking, the next morning, you find it filled to the brim....WITH JACK SQUAT!!!"
Ron cried.
Ficlet Thirty-Nine: Van?
Blaise Zambini sat studying for a potions exam. Draco threw paperclips at Blaise's head.
"Ohmigod!" Blaise shouted. "Would you stop?!"
"No..."
"Well...let me tell you a story. Once there was a boy who liked to throw things. First he threw paper clips, then he threw the big quidditch match, then he threw back a shot of whiskey, then he threw up, then Professor Snape threw him out of school, then he moved into a VAN DOWN BY THE RIVER!!!"
"Is there a plot to this story?" Draco asked trying not to cry.
A/N: All of these were based on Matt Foley skits from SNL....haha...that means I have watched it too much today. My next chapter will be just long ficlets....and there will only be two...but these little ficlets should hold you over till I get a chance to type up the long ones. I love you all!