Voldemort: Ouch!
James: Can I stop poking him? My finger's starting to hurt.
Remus: Stop complaining, Prongs.
Voldemort: Ouch! Stop that!
James: No. I should have the right to take a break if I want, shouldn't I Padfoot?
Remus: Padfoot's not talking to anyone.
James: What makes you think that?
Remus: Because he hasn't said a word.
James: Oh, that makes sense. Why not?
Remus: He just finished reading the fifth book.
James: Padfoot, just get over it.
Sirius: How can I? I'm dead! Harry was right!
Harry just realized he could talk as well. "Of course I was right," he said to the map.
Sirius: This can't happen to me!
Remus: Calm down, Sirius.
Sirius: CURSE YOU, ROWLING!
James: You do realize, the author created you? It wouldn't be wise to make her mad.
Sirius: What does it matter? She can't do anything else to me!
Remus: The author can do anything. For all we know, she could bring you back and kill you again.
James: Moony, you're scaring me.
Remus: And then make you a ghost, but with pink bunny ears, and trap you inside a dungeon full of snarling grindylows that look remarkably like Snape.
Sirius: She'll probably kill you off, too!
Remus: She won't.
James: What makes you so sure?
Remus: She can't.
Sirius: Why not?
Remus: Er. I don't know, she just. er. can't.
James: I don't know about that.
Remus: Why would she? That would make her a serial character killer! The muggle please-men, and the entire Order would track her down!
Sirius: Cereal?
James: Like Cheerios?
Sirius: I like Cheerios. Did you hear they started making strawberry ones?
James: Honestly, who'd want to kill nice cute little Cheerios?
Remus: I think Rowling gives you guys way too much credit. Exactly WHY she portrays you two as these sort of geniuses is beyond me.
Voldemort: Ouch!
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AN: I know that right now it has absolutely no plot, but trust me, it will. I think Voldie will find a way to take revenge for that endless poking. PREPARE FOR THE INEVITABLE WHEN THE DARK LORD DARES TO POKE BACK!!!!
James: Can I stop poking him? My finger's starting to hurt.
Remus: Stop complaining, Prongs.
Voldemort: Ouch! Stop that!
James: No. I should have the right to take a break if I want, shouldn't I Padfoot?
Remus: Padfoot's not talking to anyone.
James: What makes you think that?
Remus: Because he hasn't said a word.
James: Oh, that makes sense. Why not?
Remus: He just finished reading the fifth book.
James: Padfoot, just get over it.
Sirius: How can I? I'm dead! Harry was right!
Harry just realized he could talk as well. "Of course I was right," he said to the map.
Sirius: This can't happen to me!
Remus: Calm down, Sirius.
Sirius: CURSE YOU, ROWLING!
James: You do realize, the author created you? It wouldn't be wise to make her mad.
Sirius: What does it matter? She can't do anything else to me!
Remus: The author can do anything. For all we know, she could bring you back and kill you again.
James: Moony, you're scaring me.
Remus: And then make you a ghost, but with pink bunny ears, and trap you inside a dungeon full of snarling grindylows that look remarkably like Snape.
Sirius: She'll probably kill you off, too!
Remus: She won't.
James: What makes you so sure?
Remus: She can't.
Sirius: Why not?
Remus: Er. I don't know, she just. er. can't.
James: I don't know about that.
Remus: Why would she? That would make her a serial character killer! The muggle please-men, and the entire Order would track her down!
Sirius: Cereal?
James: Like Cheerios?
Sirius: I like Cheerios. Did you hear they started making strawberry ones?
James: Honestly, who'd want to kill nice cute little Cheerios?
Remus: I think Rowling gives you guys way too much credit. Exactly WHY she portrays you two as these sort of geniuses is beyond me.
Voldemort: Ouch!
~~~~~~~~~~
AN: I know that right now it has absolutely no plot, but trust me, it will. I think Voldie will find a way to take revenge for that endless poking. PREPARE FOR THE INEVITABLE WHEN THE DARK LORD DARES TO POKE BACK!!!!