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"Though shalt die, you stupid gothic twerp." Voldezort annonced.
"YOU shall pay you stupid prep. I always knew you were a prep." I said.
"How dareth thou?!"
Voldemort shot a spell out of his wand and a blue ballet shot out and flew at me.
"Gooduscharlottusisusawesomus." I said.
Da ballot flew away and hit the dome around da sity.
"Thou shalt be killed," Voldemort said. "You gothic Paris Hilton wannabe."
"You are a muggle preppy skank," I said.
"Well, I could say the same thing, you poser. Imperius-"
"Peeves."
Voldemort crashed into da floor, and I laughed bcuz I wuz a raditz.
"Crosio," I announced.
Voldemort laughed. "Ha ha ha. Reflecto Avriluslevignus."
All of the sudden, there was a bright flash. I looked and saw someone was blocking the spell from hitting me.
It was....Dr. Frank N. Furter!
