Exceptions. That is not enough time to write anything. So I waited until my computer was returned! And, it was yesterday, so I put off sleep and write instead (I blame my math test's mark on you people!).

And, here you have it, a sad, rather pathetic chapter written just so I can get something out to you! Written on Halloween! Happy Halloween!

Gryffindor Chat Room

gryffie4ever has joined the chat.

bookwormgrangerheart 3 has joined the chat.

gryffie4ever: Ron?

bookwormgrangerheart 3: Yeah?

grryfie4ever: Hi.

bookwormgrangerheart 3: Uh... hi.

gryffie4ever: D'you know what I think?

bookwormgrangerheart 3: What?

gryffie4ever: I think that this is a plot of Voldemort's! He wants to catch me off guard! Well it isn't going to work!

gryffie4ever has left the chat.

bookwormgrangerheart 3: Uh... alright then.

bookwormgrangerheart 3: Hello? Anyone there?

bookwormgrangerheart 3: Fine, I'll just talk to myself!

bookwormgrangerheart 3: How're you Ron?

bookwormgrangerheart 3: Oh, I'm just splendid Ron, how're you?

bookwormgrangerheart 3: Oh, I'm alright. Found a tortoise under my bed this morning.

bookwormgrangerheart 3: Really? A tortoise?

bookwormgrangerheart 3: Yes, I was quite confused.

bookwormgrangerheart 3: Did you find out what it was doing there?

bookwormgrangerheart 3: Oh, yes. It was actually Fred.

bookwormgrangerheart 3: And just why was Fred a tortoise?

bookwormgrangerheart 3: I think it had something to do with some bad ham...

bookwormgrangerheart 3: Well, that's quite odd.

bookwormgrangerheart 3: Indeed.

bookwormgrangerheart 3: Yes.

bookwormgrangerheart 3: I'm talking to myself...

bookwormgrangerheart 3: Yes you are.

bookwormgrangerheart 3: I'm seriously messed up.

bookwormgrangerheart 3: Yes you are.

bookwormgrangerheart 3: Hey! You aren't supposed to agree!

bookwormgrangerheart 3: It's true though!

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bookworm500: ... Ronald...

bookwormgrangerheart 3: Yes?

bookworm500: Were you talking to yourself?

bookwormgrangerheart 3: No!

bookworm500: Yes you were!

bookwormgrangerheart 3: Was not.

bookworm500: Then you started fighting with yourself!

bookwormgrangerheart 3: I did not!

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gredweasley has joined the chat.

forgeweasley: Hey guys-

gredweasley: what's up?

bookworm500: Ron was talking to himself.

forgeweasley: Tsk tsk-

gredweasley: Ronald.

forgeweasley: We thought that you had outgrown that-

gredweasley: nasty habit.

bookwormgrangerheart 3: I was not!

forgeweasley: Say-

gredweasley: where's Harry?

bookwormgrangerheart 3: He got scared off.

forgeweasley: I'm not-

gredweasley: surprised.

bookworm500: I just have one question, Ronald.

bookwormgrangerheart 3: Yeah?

bookworm500: How is it that you not only managed to have an online discussion with yourself, argue with yourself, but lose said argument?

bookwormgrangerheart 3: I'm just very talented.

bookworm500: I suppose that's one word for it.

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bookwormgrangerheart 3: Hey, look who's here! It's Harry! Let's talk about something else now!

gryffie4ever: You're not Voldemort, are you?

bookwork500: Of course it isn't, Harry! It's Ron.

gryffie4ever: Are you Voldemort, then?

forgeweasley: Yes Harry-

gredweasley: that's Voldemort.

gryffie4ever: AHHHHHHHHH!

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bookworm500: That was mean.

forgeweasley: It's what we do-

gredweasley: take advantage of people's fears.

bookwormgrangerheart 3: Yeah, like with spiders.

forgeweasley: Hey-

gredweasley: Ron.

bookwormgrangerheart 3: Yeah?

forgeweasley: SPIDER.

bookwormgrangerheart 3: AHHHHHHHHH!

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bookworm500: You're cruel to your brother. Did you know that?

gredweasley: Yep.

forgeweasley: Hey-

gredweasley: Hermione, guess-

forgeweasley: what?

bookworm500: No.

gredweasley: Aw, c'mon-

forgeweasley: please?

bookworm500: sigh Fine, what?

gredweasley: YOU FAILED.

bookworm500: Actually, no. I didn't.

forgeweasley: What? Aren't you-

gredweasley: scared?

bookworm500: Not in the least.

forgeweasley: Not even-

gredweasley: a little bit?

bookworm500: No.

forgeweasley: A tinsy-

gredweasley: weensy bit?

bookworm500: No. Not at all.

forgeweasley: You're a-

gredweasley: party pooper.

forgeweasley: Now-

gredweasley: the twins are sad.

bookworm500: So?

forgeweasley: That means-

gredweasley: revenge. evil grin

forgeweasley: evil grin

gredweasley: My grin is so eviler than yours.

forgeweasley: Maybe in your own little world.

gredweasley: Who's evil grin is eviler, Hermione?

bookworm500: Mine will be if you two morons aren't quiet!

forgeweasley: Is it her... time of the month?

bookworm500: That's it. The gloves are off. You want to see revenge? You better hope to god that you sleep with your eyes open!

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gredweasley: What do you reckon she meant by that?

forgeweasley: No idea, good sir. But it sounds dangerous...

gredweasley: I bet it is her time of the month. Women are temperamental then.

forgeweasley: So are you!

gredweasley: You are too!

forgeweasley: I am not!

gredweasley: Are you sure you aren't a woman?

forgeweasley: Are you sure YOU aren't a woman?

gredweasley: Yes! Are you?

forgeweasley: Yes!

gredweasley: Alright then, as long as that's been cleared up.

forgeweasley: ...

gredweasley: What? I was just wondering!

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gredweasley: Hey? Forge? Why have you left me!?!?

gredweasley: I'm your twin! You can't do this!

gredweasley: Fine. Obviously you can.

gredweasley: Alright, I'll just do the same to you!

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A/N: Yeah, sad. I know...

I dye my hair BLUE tomorrow. It was pink, and now it's going to be blue! Then purple. Then green! Yes, bad for my hair, I know. But cool! Guess what I went out for Halloween as? Breakfast. I taped toast, ham, yo-gos, and cheerios to a blanket and tied it around my neck (No, I don't eat ham for breakfast. It looked like a muffin.)

Just FYI for any other Grade 9 students: Romeo is a STALKER. He stands outside Juliet's window, talking to himself about how wonderful she is (after knowing her for less than a day) then he goes up to her balcony, and they exchange vows of love. I mean what the hell? Seriously, if I saw some guy that I met at a party, standing outside my window, talking to himself, I would call the cops, not make out with him!