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Subject: I'm insulted, Fufu... Author: Sirius [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 05:14:09 03/24/03 Mon They all looked up as Sirius shuffled back into the common room, shredding his detention slip as he went. With a grin borderlining on a grimace, he said cheerily, "One more for the record!" "Oh...my...GOD!" The blonde shouted. "You're Sirius Black!" "Yes, I am." he replied, and looked over at the other Marauders. "Who's she?" "Dunno, she was forcefeeding us this stuff..." Peter answered. "I'm one of the authors." she announced, pulling out a small laptop. James, at total random, began to walk in circles. "See, usually I sit off stage and write in your actions and conversations, but it's much funner this way. Watch--" And James walked into the wall repeatedly. Several more people wandered onto the stage, including the flannel-shirt girl they had viewed earlier. With her was another blonde, a girl clutching a large gray book, and a girl with brown/blonde hair. They cackled and pulled out their own writing devices, among them a weather-beaten black notebook. The wanderers sat down in the Marauders' seats as they wandered about preforming meaningless tasks, such as digging holes in the stone floor with plastic fish and rubber spoons. "Help us!" Sirius cried, and the blonde child chuckled... [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]