25/08/2007 10:33:00

Hmm.

It's been a bit longer than I expected to get the type up the next chapter. I think I need some sort of palm pilot, one that "bings!" incredibly shrilly, then shouts at the top of its little speakers "FANFIC WRITING 3 O'CLOCK PEE EM!!!" And then sings a jingle, like the Darth Vader theme song.

I'm joking of course. You guys know I love you, right my glorious readers?

Right.

Well, after I disclaim that I do not own any copy righted material mentioned in this fic, and even though nobody really cares about disclaimers I will state it anyway to avoid being drowned in an oily puddle of legal action and therapist bills, we can get this show on the road!

Ha ha! I just multitasked, proving I am, in fact, smarter than a goldfish!

All right, I'm also trying a new formatting technique, and comments on that would be handy.

Evolutio!

Oct. 30, Thursday

9:28 pm

It appears my inefficient brother didn't actually explain why the whole "Trick-or-treat" thing is bad in the first place.

You see, the little twerps will be interrupting a very important construction stage, what with them running all over the common room all dressed up as silly characters from mega-popular book series. And the common room, as horrifying as it is already, will be turned into the most nightmarish land that could ever be dreamed up in Malfoy's unpleasantly bleached hair, which must cause a lot of split ends.

A distraction will be needed to distract the aforesaid little twerps.

Hmm…

Perhaps I should go wandering through Hogwarts, to see if idea strikes me. In fact, I think I will.

This is George signing off.

PS:

Note to self:

Never read "Dirty Word List" aloud.

Oct. 30, Thursday

10:42 pm

I was so bored that I went out and bought this adorable kitten! Its name is, and let me see if I can write it without taking a break: Mr. Fluffums von Pussypurpur!

He's so cute!!!

I gave him a bed right next to George's, because I didn't want the litter box so close to our food supply, which is under my bed.

I'm sure George'll just love 'em when he gets back!

This is Fred, and our newest prankster, Mr. Fluffums von Pussypurpur, signing off!

Ten minutes after previous entry…

I hate it. In the past five minutes after Fred convinced me that the oversized devil hamster wasn't feral, it:

-coughed up in my shoe

-soiled my bed

-somehow dragged the litter halfway across the room

-Bit me (Fred insists it was just a "friendship nibble". I wasn't aware that friendship nibbles involve blood and foam.)

-sharpened its claws on the wall

-and shredded the rug to the point where it became rodent housing

Now I'm off to the hospital wing to get a rabies shot.

Stupid little -----------------

Ow. Sh--. Stupid Anti-swear jar too.

This is George, signing off.

AN: Damn. That one was short too. But I promise you; the next one will be much, much, much longer! Possibly the longest. Yes, I do believe so…

Well, any way, donec porro portio!

ginny