Before:
"Hey death!" said Fate, as she waved her hand in his face, "HEY DEATH!"
"Whu- huh!" said death as he jerked out of his trance, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," said fate rolling her eyes.
Death glared but went into a trance once more.
"Hey death." fate whispered, smirking. "HEY DEATH!" death jumped up at the abrupt sound.
"Fate!" he said, grumbling, "what is it."
"Nothing" sad fate again, smirking.
"I swear if you don't tell me right now I'm going to call Karma."
Fate gasped. "Not Karma! She's a bitch!"
"So what's up-" Death asked again. Fate frowned.
"The sky is up.."
"No-" said death, rubbing his temples, "I meant what's wrong," Then he mumbled something about slang and how confusing and addictive it was.
Fate blinked.
"Anyway.." she said, flicking death between the eyeballs, "Don't you ever get bored?"
Death glared at her. "Boredom is for the week of mind,"
"Yes yes," fate said, waving her hand, "But what do you do?"
"I watch political plays and laugh as wizarding Britain falls to its doom."
"Well, as cool as that sounds, don't you want to try something new?"
Death blinked.
"New?" he asked.
"Yes!" said Fate excitedly. "I was thinking, instead of letting this- Tommy ridley or whatever become a politician why not make him become a raging sadistic psychopath!"
Death opened his mouth but Fate interrupted him.
"And here comes the best part- we make a little kid defeat this Tommy whatsit and then, to spice everything up- we put him in a home with muggles and then he'll get rescued by a giant, no maybe a half-giant, and then-"
"Fate do you even know how little sense that makes." Death interrupted, an exasperated look on his face.
Fate pouted.
"But we could have a reason to call sass, and humor, romance, guidance, friendship, and destiny." she fluttered her eyelashes.
"Fine-" said Death, who was a sucker for fate's puppy dog eyes, "But where do i fit in with this plot?"
"Yes- here's the thing- I need the child, baby, whatever, to survive the killing curse."
"WHAT!?" yelled death, "HOW IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MAKE EVEN A SLIVER OF SENSE!?"
"Heres the thing," said Fate, who was utterly unfazed by Deaths yelling, "We say that his mum, who Riddly boy will also kill, saved him with the power of love".
Death sighed.
"So you're also going to insinuate that any mother who dies for her child will give off this power?" he asked dejectedly.
"Hmm," said Fate, "I hadn't thought about that…"
Death waited in silence for a moment.
"But who cares-" said Fate, "We'll leave those plot holes for the fanfiction writers!"
"Fanfiction?" asked death, "What's Fanfiction?"
Fate clamped a hand on her mouth.
"Oopsy daisy," said Fate sheepishly, "I may have overheard future, knowledge, and literature talking about it."
Death groaned. "You know your not supposed to eavesdrop, Fate!" he whined.
"Yes well-" she said, waving the subject away, "It doesn't matter anyway- Besides, won't you agree and craft this spectacular plot with me?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"No!" said Fate pleasantly.
"Fine, then yes I shall craft this plot with you."
"Great!" said Fate pleasantly "I'll call the others, The gang's getting back together!"
Both fate and Death left the room- leaving logic to cry in the corner.
"It- it doesn't make any sense" Logic wailed.