Ah, another up-date on the way! I apologize if anyone was waiting desperately for a faster one. It's been a busy summer, but I got a laptop, so the world shall shine in my up-dating-ness palooza!
Disclaimer: I was wondering, late one night after a latte too many, how many Warner Bros. officials actually read fanfic. I mean, do they really care about this stuff? And if not, what is the whole bloody point of even writing a disclaimer, if they're not going to make any notice of it? But then I thought, What if they do read this, and I could be hauled off to some secret Eastern European prison if I didn't put one up? So here it is: I don't own Harry Potter and other assorted…ah…references, in aforesaid fanfic. There. I said it.
A note to readers:
This chapter is short, so bear with me as I type up the next one.
Enough with my crazed banter!
Vamos!
Oct. 27, Monday
4:33 pm
Despite my brother's previous entry, on Oct. 25, Saturday, at 6:25 pm, I have retained control of the diary-ahem-expedition journal and will now draw the elite Fox Stal---
Damnit. George says I'm loosing my dessert privileges if I waste "precious" parchment on illustrating myself in a jet-black tux with a super hot chick in a skimpy evening dress while drinking cocktails. Any way, I'm supposed to be briefing the new operation.
Of course, due to out Code of Secrecy, I can't do that. Shame.
This is Fred, signing off.
Oct. 27, Monday
10:13 pm
I am writing for two reasons: a) to apologize for my brothers shameful waste of parchment gone to a pointless "brief" on our next mission and a dirty word. Shame on you, Fred.
The other reason is to report that operation "Flooded Basement" did not go as planned, or at all. This is immensely disappointing, because I was so looking forward to ruining that tapestry in further extent.
Although, draining the entire lake into the Slytherin common room might've resulted in actual harm…I mean where would all the fish and (ugly) merpeople go? Gasp! Where would our favorite Giant Squid go?!
Man, I'm almost glad all the pipes have watertight spells placed on them, now that I think about all the consequences.
Wait. My partner in pranking just came to me with very important information! I must away!
This is George, signing off.
Oct 27, Monday
10:45 pm
Breaking news. Stunning, absolutely fantastic news. News that made the failure of "Flooded Basement" so incompetent that it evaporated. News that will put the final touches on our Halloween prank. News that will shake the world's perception of the human (loosest term) Draco Malfoy.
Que dramatic music
This is George, signing off.
Now it starts to get interesting! Hopefully. Hmm…was it really that short, or am I just hallucinating? It could very easily be both; I'm known to have a fanciful imagination.
Until next up-date! (Which won't be very far off, I pray)