A/N: Howdy ho there, all my little reviewer friends whom I love. I love thou more than I lovest ketchup. Which is a lot. I love it muchos. So I love you more than muchos. Which is a lot. You guys make me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Just like chocolate. Well hot chocolate. Plain chocolate just makes you feel fuzzy....which feels odd without the warm...
Ficlet Sixty-One: Diamonds?
"I was Lucy..." Neville said. "From Lucy in the sky with diamonds..." He looked pensive for a moment.
"...You were Lucy?" Ron asked looking him over skeptically. "But you're a guy..."
"It was a very confusing time for all of us...." Neville said.
Ficlet Sixty-Two: Santa?
"Hey, Hermione...." Harry spun her around. "I need to ask you somethin-HOLY FECK! COLIN! WHY ARE YOU PRETENDING TO BE HERMIONE?!?!"
"Don't hurt me!! She told me that if I didn't do this then she'd kill Santa," he replied shaking.
"Don't worry, buddy," Harry said patting him on the back, "there's no Santa."
"w-w-what?!"
"uhhh..shoe?" Harry ran away.
Ficlet Sixty-Three: Time Travel?
Ginny and Draco stole Snape's rolling chair and were pushing each other down the hallways.
"Whhhheeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!" Ginny screamed. "Push me faster!!!!! I wanna go back in time!!!!!!"
A/N: Props to Father of the Pride for the awsome quotes. I'm bored. Run away with me?