A/N: Tabithatibi, I salute you (and it was a good idea… I think) :~) Sorry for the delay, I have just returned from holiday! More to come soon.
MEMOS
Explain to me one thing.
Well… okay… when you've finished with the toilet, you must push the shiny lever thing to get rid of whatever is in it. It then travels through a complex system of-
Not what I meant!
Then why did you take so long to stop me?
Because it was entertaining listening to you ramble.
Really?
Of course not.
You people really don't appreciate me. One day, I will start an uprising and rule the world!
Really? You and what army?
Write that again.
Why?
In my head, it sounds brilliant in a thick Scottish accent.
Fine. You and what army?
The army of pigeons and owls that I've been training up along with my gang of hamster and gerbil fighters.
I see Fawkes was reluctant to join.
Yes. He said I was being "unfortunately dim-witted".
Smart bird.
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Hang on, you talk to animals?
No. They talk to me.
I really must owl that therapist.
Do what you must; they will never get past my front-line-rodent-fighters!
Pah.
Back to the point which you seem to have lost…
Ah, yes… what was I saying again?
You wanted me to explain something.
Oh… um… ah!
I am expecting great things from these noises.
Shut up.
Technically, I am not spea-
Shut UP!
Okay. Sheesh.
Good. Will you explain to me why on earth I found ridiculous caricatures of the staff members posted ALL AROUND THE SCHOOL?
Was there one of me?
No. That is what leads me to suspect you.
You are a very shrewd lady.
Oh, Albus! Have you seen these drawings? The one of Minerva was hilarious with the-
Shut up, HORACE!
Wait… is she…
Yep.
Top of the morning to you, Slugbrain.
You can't call me that! I was your teacher.
The key word there being WAS.
She has a point.
Why are you here?
I felt like it.
Oh goody. I do love a good threeway -
Ooh, get you! I take it Richard doesn't agree.
Let me finish my sentence!
You did.
No I didn't! What I meant was that I like a good threeway -
That's what you said before.
I like a good threeway conversation. That's what I said.
Joke's on you, your wrote it!
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Horace?
Slugbrain?
Where did he go?
You expect me to know?
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Alright, I have to go; there is a rather horrified looking first year at my door.
They are probably horrified about your face.
Go away.
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Well I never! Bit kinky, isn't she?
A/N: I do apologize about those three.