Mary and Gary go to Hogwarts.
Disclaimer: We, hereby, claim that we are by no means affiliated with RDR Books. However … should we be approached by some slippery, sleazy, fast-money-making suit…
'Lawsuit, lawsuit,' coughs Serpie frantically, interrupting Nerys's typing.
'Those are two totally unrelated sentences,' Nerys replies innocently.
'I demand a disclaimer in the disclaimer.'
'Fine, fine,' Nerys sighs exasperated.
Disclaimer of disclaimer: No real life individual from RDR books is being identified or classified by above characterisation. The events, characters and firms depicted in this fanfic and disclaimer are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual firms is purely coincidental. Do not sue us; we will sue you.
So, should we be approached by some beep; we will solemnly swear to fill our pockets and forget anything we ever said about doing this for no profit at all. Since we all know that being allowed to post our shit online, naturally means a certain famous and dashing writer has given up all her rights to her original text whatsoever. SO DO CALL US!! We have no principles whatsoever. Of course, there are certain legal additions to our contract that need to be made in advance, because we just know we are so breaching copyright if we publish this in book-form and we don't want to pay the immense lawyers' bills. (Again, any similarity is purely accidental; we are not talking about YOU. Points finger.)
Serpie coughs. 'Nerys, dear, we do not live in the United States of America.'
Nerys slams hand in front of mouth stupidly. 'Oh damn, forgot about that.'
A deep sigh emanates from both writers as they realise all their quick money making schemes just went up into thin air, because let's face it … this little gem is just dying to be published. ;p
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Mary and Gary go to Hogwarts
Chapter two: Review.
'Of course for this to be a true parody, we have to complain about the lack of proper reviews,' smart Serpie informs a typing Nerys.
'Naturally,' agrees Nerys, nodding vigorously. A light bulb flashes above her gorgeous writer's head. 'I know, I know,' she says jumping with excitement, 'we could use an entire chapter to ask for reviews alone!'
Serpie looks at her as if she has gone mental, which, by all means, is NOT the case. 'But isn't that against the rules of this website?'
'Uh?' Nerys replies dumbfounded, wondering whether Serpie had been resorted. 'It's always done by the greatest of the great; we have to copy that behaviour, otherwise we will miss a most honoured cliché and that would be bad.'
'We can't possibly be that childish,' Serpie adds contemplatively, rubbing through her long, thick beautiful hair.
It turns eerily silent.
'But we are!' they snicker in unison.
'REVIEW!!' dual voices shout, and the lone continent of Europe sighs heavily on the cold, evil cackle that remains hovering in the night.
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Alas to be continued.