Snape; Why does she insist on confusing everyone?
Marie; What are you complaining about now?
Snape; Have you read the newest update?
Marie;Ummmmm...no. *Shrugs guiltily* I had other things to do.
Snape; *Smirk* Like Gimli?
Marie; You son of a mother-fudging snozzberry! *Picks up a pillow that has randomly appeared beside her and commences with whacking him upside his head with it*
*I walk in and raise an eyebrow at the fight* "Don't look at me!" *I motion towards Snape* "I don't own him and I'm not responsible for the bad things my OC does to him."
Snape; HELP ME YOU BLASTED GOOD FOR NOTHING FANFICTION AUTHOR!
*Replies in sing-song voice* "I don't think so"
Snape; *takes a whack to the nose* Why the hell not?!
"Cuz you're mean." *Sticks out tongue*
Snape; You little b-
*interrupts* "Lauguage, Mister Sourpuss." *Smiles at the audience* "I own nothing at all and I promise that no profit will be made off of this. I don't even own CATS."
Marie; BONZAI! *Pounces hard on Snape*
*I walk out laughing my butt off*
Tugger gestured towards the stage. "There never was ever a more clever cat than the magical, the marvellous, MISTER MISTOFELEES!"
The tuxedoed tom appeared with a red sheet in his paw. "I shall need an assistant!" Cassandra came forward reluctantly. He placed the red sheet over her and blew glitter over it. "She will disappear and something else will take her place." He said ominously, the crowd of kittens cheered. "However, it will be a mystery to even me what will come to replace her!" With that said, he began to wiggle the sheet.
Marie admired the once-grand ballroom where they were having tea with Eddie. She smiled at him kindly. "How long have you been living by yourself?"
Eddie sighed sadly. "I have no idea. All I know is that my father fell asleep one day and never woke up. And that was a very long time ago." She patted him on the arm comfortingly.
Suddenly, Snape began to shout. He was rubbing furiously at his arms and little shiny flecks were coming off in clouds. He brushed at the glitter that had formed on his black robes. "What the hell is happening!" He roared. He turned on Jareth. "I know that your magic leaves a glittery residue, is this your doing?"
Jareth frowned and shook his head, his wild blond hair going all over the place. "This is not my magic that is causing this. Some outside force is working on us."
None of them had time to even blink before they were gone in a poof of smoke and glitter.
Mistofelees gawked open-mouthed at the huge group of humans that he had conjured. "That wasn't supposed to happen!" He exclaimed.
Severus raised an eyebrow. "Obviously."
Todd leaned over towards Gandalf, who had taken a somber seat on an old tire in the junkyard. "Has this ever happened before?"
"No." Gandalf sighed frustratedly. "It hasn't."
"How do we get ourselves into these kinds of situations?!" Asked Jareth.
"Because.." Snarled Snape, who was still attempting to get the glitter off of his billowing robes. "Marie is a bad luck charm. She works like walking under ladders or black cats."
Marie stuck out her tongue. "That's not very nice." She told him in an annoyed tone.
He looked straight at her. "But it's completely true."
And she could not argue.