Clawed: Alright. Tonight's Pile o' Tripe comes to us from a young fic writer named be slytherin, and is auspiciously titled "another potter."
Icchan: Let's hear it for be slytherin!
Icchan: *crickets*
Clawed: *looks around* yeah.
Icchan: So how are you named a verb anyways?
Clawed: Well, this thing is wish-fulfillment…
Icchan: Ah. So, maybe, Dream On would be a better name. Or perhaps Stop Writing, since we have to have two words.
Clawed: I can think of a few more two-word combos... but let's keep this PG.
Icchan: Aw, Shucks.
: Hey I hope you like this new story. I had a good idea. So I did it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter just the plot and clover.
Icchan: He says that's clover in what he's been smoking.
Clawed: Its things like "I just own the plot" that make me twitch in fear...
Icchan: "I...own...just the plot and clover." So you have one total asset, then.
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Icchan: Crosses!
Icchan: We have reached the graveyard of the plotflies this early? Bad sign.
It was
dark, and clover sat up straight and flipped on her lamp. She hopped out of bed
and looked at the clock.
"
Icchan: Wow, she's athletic.
Icchan: Jack be nimble, hell, this girl clears electric appliances.
Clawed: Is scarcasitly like staircase?
Icchan: Scarcasitly is what happens when you watch Capone movies.
"CLOVER POTTER WAKE-UP GET
YOUR THINGS DONE NOW." Nana yelled.
Nana was clovers care taker her parents died in a horrible car accident and now
Nana takes care of her.
"I'm up I'm up." Clover threw on her clothes for school and (plaid
skirt, stockings, black shoes, white shirt, and a tie.)
Ran down stairs to take out the trash, sweep, and dust. Then she ran off to
catch the bus.
Clawed: "clover potter." Sounds like a gardening tool.
Icchan: Clovers? There's more than one of them?
Icchan: And I hope she actually dressed, rather than throwing her clothes around. This could get bad in a hurry.
Icchan: My brain has not yet processed the number of grammatical errors there.
Clawed: I weep for the neglected punctuation.
Icchan: Somehow I think it's going to turn out like a
basketball game:
SPELLING: 140
GRAMMAR: 153
Clawed: *consoles the poor periods*
Icchan: Come, verbally-named one, you know this internet thing with its dots - they exist in English too!
Clawed: I think they got taken out with the trash…
Clawed: Nonono, what makes this really great is how she tries to have a life as horrible as Harry's ... in one paragraph.
Icchan: It's a very short life.
Icchan: She's a kid. Or they are. We don't know yet.
Clawed: Hopefully it won't be much longer
"Morning
Jim."
"Good morning clover." Clover went and sat in the only seat left and
pulled out the book, 'The lion the witch and the wardrobe.' She tried to ignore
the kids around her making fun of her because she was a bookworm.
Clawed: Oooh, gotta love the invisible people talking!
Icchan: First she's a gardening tool, now she's a vermicular organism.
Icchan: And what about all the seats on the right? What is this, some form of political primer? You may only sit on the left? Even Karl Marx could spell.
Clawed: *shrugs* She's in high school and reading the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. We can't expect much.
Icchan: She's reading C.S. Lewis and writing like e.e. cummings.
Icchan: Maybe that was supposed to be B.E. Slytherin.
Icchan: Or perhaps it was a typo, and they wanted B.S. Author.
The bus came to a halt and clover
was the first one to get off. She went to a private school and was a top
student in all of her classes.
She went and sat by her only friend patty. Patty was getting ready to move to
"Hey dorks!" A girl in a cheerleading outfit called.
Patty started to turn around but Clover wouldn't let her.
Icchan: See Clover. Clover is sad. Drink, Clover, drink.
Clawed: *points* elitist!!
Clawed: they apparently file off the bus in academic order.
Icchan: Or plotbased order.
Icchan: In which case they must still be onboard.
Clawed: ...the only reason I can think of to put those sentences together.
Icchan: Prediction: Patty's going to end up in
Hogwarts too and is just telling everyone she's going to
Icchan: And the Clover Potters are going to join her and everyone will be happy.
Icchan: The end.
Clawed: wouldn't that be nice...
Icchan: Leave comments, no flames please or else you'll turn ugly when you wake up!
Icchan: okay, prediction over.
"They
are going to bug us until we turn around." Patty said.
"That's what they want us to do turn around so they can torment us some
more about our looks and everything else."
Clawed: Because no one's like is truly hell until
they’ve been tormented by cheerleaders
Icchan: Wow, are Clovers going to take guns to school and shoot the cheerleaders?
Clawed: pleaseplease!
Icchan: And why does this feel like it's about to become some form of "I'm Different But That's Okay"
Meanwhile in Harry's world...
Icchan: Plotquake! Aaaaah!
Icchan: hold onto your heads!
Clawed: Because that’s such a good way of showing a transition
Icchan: Hey, even a Star Wars wipe would have been a fun transition
"Dumbledore what do you mean I
have a sister?" Harry questioned.
Clawed: Why does this sentence make my hurt?
Icchan: Why does your sentence look like it belongs on engrish.com?
Icchan: And somehow, the idea of Dumbledore in black-chromed armor standing there, speaking softly to himself "So...you have a sister...". just brings a tear to my eye
Clawed: it'd make the fic make more sense...
Icchan: Actually, considering Harry's OhPoorMe that I've heard mentioned in the recent book, I am going to predict that his sister will have many twins, be albinos, have short blue hair with big red eyes, and be very emotionally quiet and reserved.
Clawed: ....oro
Icchan: "See, Harry, we lied to you."
Clawed: "Your sister is named Rei"
Icchan: "Your dad's really an @$$hole, but he is still a bad magician. Ever since the Evangolem attempt, we've had to deal with him. Your last name's actually Ikari. Get used to it and go back to class."
Icchan: So does that mean Hermione grows up to be Asuka?
Icchan: (and we had such hope for her)
Clawed: "Oh, and by the way... don't go in the basement."
"Harry
she was put into hiding she went as a muggle, she is now living with a muggle
family who don't even know about magic, she got the same curse you do, she just
doesn't know it."
"So, she has he scar too?"
"Yes Harry she does. And we need to bring her to hogwarts today. I'm
sending black and snape to go and get her for me."
Clawed: Harry I had a horrible speech problem Snape cursed me and I cannot take a breath!
Icchan: She has a he-scar!
Icchan: She's a manly-girl!
Clawed: Does that mean someone has a she-scar?
Clawed: ....*does not want to think of the nasty implications of that*
Icchan: And he says that was a lightning bolt on his forehead.
Clawed: tsk, tsk
Clawed: Oooh, and notice the brilliance of sending a Wanted Murderer after the last Potter kid.
Icchan: And, wow, Sirius Black and Severus Snape, in a car.
Clawed: Oh, yes, because Dumbledore Loves Carnage.
Icchan: I see one of two possibilities; either it'll be a repeat of Pulp Fiction's backseat moment, or else the Blues Brothers.
Clawed: *stewardess voice* And for your consumption today... we have a Lack of Backstory.
Icchan: But we just call that the Lobotomy special. Hotcakes, up!
"Well,
how old is she?"
"Your age but a couple months older. Now head up to your common room and
get your studies done." And with that orders harry was already walking
down the stair case wear the gargoyle laid.
Clawed: *cannot resist* Does this girl have No Concept of human reproduction?
Icchan: Half sister.
Clawed: No, I believe she's supposed to be a real sister
Icchan: Allow me my logical explanation.
Clawed: Oh, alright.
Icchan: Sanity will collapse during this fic, hold out as long as they can.
Icchan: However, I have to ask: Does the Hogwarts version of that song have the last line of "And remember...wear the gargoyle laid...near the staaaairs...neeeear theeee staaaaaiiiirs"
Icchan: He was going down on the staircase?
Icchan: Dude, so that's how the gargoyle laid.
Clawed: Alright: A dissection of that sentence.
Clawed: "down the stair case wear" Clothing for the case one keeps one's stairs in.
Icchan: Continue, doctor.
Clawed: "Down the stair case wear the gargoyle laid."
Icchan: *hands over bone saw*
Clawed: The gargoyle at the bottom of the stairs lays clothes.
Clawed: That completes the diagnosis of that sentence
Icchan: That was a sentence?
Clawed: What passes for one in this fic.
Clawed: But... for your continued amazement... we meet Dumbledore, apparently no longer a professor, blind to the hatred between one of his teachers and a wanted man, who is so calm that he essentially says "You have a sister. Now go do your homework."
Clawed: And Snape, who, one can imagine, cares so much about his class that he will take off in the middle of it to drive to...
Icchan: And everyone thought that was magic they smelled in his room - it was, just not the usual kind...
Clawed: Wait, we have no clue where she is, do we?
Icchan: Oh, no.
Icchan: Somewhere other than Hogwarts
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Clawed: Aaaaaaah! There's more of them!!!
Icchan: It's a barbed-wire fence. That's why it wraps around.
Clawed: Cutting her story off from logical sense?
Sorry
the chapter was so short it's because I have to do other things otherwise I
will be grounded form the computer.
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
Love peace and be slytherin.
Clawed: Yeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!
Icchan: PLEASE! PLEASE!
Icchan: IF THERE ARE PARENTS THAT BREATHE
Icchan: PLEASE!
Clawed: Unfortunately... there's several more chapters.
Clawed: But look! The next chapter has a name!
Clawed: That one was, cunningly, "default chapter."
Clawed: (and, coincidentally, the only one of them capitalized)
Icchan: Yes, it was, and well titled too.
Clawed: This one has the thrillingly mysterious name of..... "meeting harry."
Icchan: After all, the fault lies somewhere.
Icchan: When Harry Met Clover?
Icchan: Sleepless in Hogwarts?
Clawed: There's Something about Harry
Icchan: You've Got Owlpost?
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Icchan: AAAAAAAH!
Icchan: dang man
Clawed: Ayaa! They're multiplying!
Icchan: Enough with the crosses.
Clawed: *hides*
Icchan: I mean, I know we all have some to bear… but you do it yourself, not throw them at other people!
Clawed: Snape: None more than I...
Sirius: You think you have crosses?
Icchan: Snape, boyo, I think this girl's handing them out like candy.
Clover
was sitting in class twisting her hair when a pass came for her to go to the
office. She walked down the hall it was covered in there school colors (maroon
and white.) there was a prep rally coming up next week and the whole school had
to attend.
'Oh great I'm probably in trouble.' Clover thought the whole way there.
Clawed: Why does she need to include pointless details like the school colors? Or the pep rally?
Clawed: Or, in this case, PREP rally.
Icchan: Prep rally: As in preparation for third grade spelling.
Clawed: Clover's in high school…
Icchan: The author isn't.
Clawed: she gets top grades, but she sits in class and plays with her hair...
Clawed: beauty school? It might explain the intelligence...
Icchan: She's got tribbles.
Icchan: She's actually bald, but her hair is sentient. It does tricks and everything it even plays for the Lakers last night it helped Kobe Bryant escape Kobes hot.....dammit, the hairs infecting my brane help me
Clawed: *snerk*
When
she got to the office two men were sitting in the chairs, dressed in cloaks.
'Are these guys from the FBI?' she thought.
Clawed: Mulder: See, Scully! It's a conspiracy.
Scully: ... I will only wear a cloak if we play Damsel in Distress again.
Icchan: Scullysnape: *adjusts skirt and heels* It's not a conspiracy, you mind-addled twit! Here, this potion will help.
Clawed:Mulder: Only if I get to be the damsel this time.
Mulderblack: ...
Icchan: Siriusly.
Icchan: *runs like hell*
Clawed: *throws crosses at him*
Clawed: I've got an overabundance of these things
Icchan: (We apologize as this ficbashing is temporarily interrupted by sibling warfare.)
Clawed: The thing missing now.... commas! *goes comma - hunting*
"Clover Potter you will be transferring to another school these men are your family members and they will be taking you to your new home." The principal said.
Icchan: There's a lot of young girls that disappear from this school, aren't there.
Clawed: Apparently
Icchan: We're going to ignore the fact that that sentence has all the grace, subtlety, meaning, and politeness of a freight train.
Clawed: We are also going to ignore the fact that Sirius and Snape are sitting near each other and the building hasn't exploded
Icchan: Hormones will.
Clawed: ....but I think I know where our Mary-Sue...err, Clover... is
Clawed: *points* FBI. They don't got FBI in Britannia.
Icchan: Sure they do. Freaking British Idiots.
Clawed: *fic consistency warning goes off*
Icchan: Uh oh *prepares*
Clawed: *runs to monitor*
Clawed: If Hogwarts is in
Icchan: Ryoga Hibiki Taxi Service.
Clawed: oooooh
"Hello
Clover I'm Sirius and this is Severus." Clover shook hands with both of
them and they escorted her out to the car.
"Now how do we work this thing again?" Severus asked messing with the
stick shift.
"No need to Severus." Siruis flicked his wand and the car was in
motion.
Icchan: I hope that's his MAGIC wand he's flicking.
Clawed: *bashes ficmonitor before it can go off again*
Clawed: *doesn't think about stick shift*
Icchan: And who is messing? The fic author is named be, so we established that people have verbs for names.
Icchan: So if Severus asked messing, who's messing?
Icchan: THIRD BASE!
Clawed: I'm still just trying to get around Sirius and Snape together
Snape: What’s he doing
here still?
Sirius: Apparently, trying to get myself killed. But, I think I’m invisible to the Ministry of Magic when I’m riding in this
thing.
Snape: No, it’s only
because no one would believe that you and I would be in the same building together without great
persuasion, much less the same vehicle.
Icchan: Doujinshi
authors all across
Clawed: maybe that's who was messing with.....
Clawed: *is forcibly silenced by Snape and Sirius*
Icchan: Well, maybe that's what was meant by Siruis.
Icchan: "No need to Sever us"
Clawed: Snape: *glares* Back, you hentai freaks!
Clover
was every confused, she kept rubbing her eyes making sure that she was not
seeing things.
Finally she got courage and asked them something. "Are you guys
wizards?"
They chuckled and shook their heads yes.
Clawed: I am ever confused, too
Icchan: So am I.
Icchan: Just...
Clawed: Gee, that's not what I would be thinking if two guys in robes told me to get in a car and then started messing with the ... "stick shift"
Icchan: And they're worried about severing us.
"OK I'm very lost please
explain."
"Clover you are a witch," Siruis started "Your parents were and
you and your brother are."
"But I don't have a brother."
Clawed: Yes, please do
Icchan: Somehow, Snape could step in as Han Solo, misunderstand the whole brother thing, and fall madly in love with Clover.
Icchan: After all, clover is good to put in potions.
Clawed: ....don't even mention that
Clawed: Sirius: But Severus.... you mean you aren't going to give me 'special lessons' anymore?
Severus:...
Icchan: Severus: Bottle that, you freak.
"Yes you do his name is harry, he's in the wizarding world now at hogwarts school of witch craft and wiarzdry. That's wear you are going to go. Now to explain about your parents, years ago there was a dark wizard name voldermort anyone who disobeyed him was killed, you parents tried to fight him but, it didn't work they were killed trying to save you and your brother, he then went after you and your brother he failed he tried one curse for two people and it back fired on him and he has been in hiding ever scene trying to kill again and rise up. That's how you got the scar."
Clawed: *hugs the forgotten period*
Icchan: she's going to go wear the staircase goes to get laid by the gargoyle?
Icchan: Dude, this IS a messed up fic.
Clawed: Hey... The Author herself said it was the school of "wiarzdry"
Clawed: I can't think of much wiarzder than that.
Icchan: if ever a Wiz there was there was
Icchan: becauz becauz becauz becauz becaaaaaaaaauz
Clawed: *steps on him*
Icchan: *splats*
Clawed: Bad Icchan.
Icchan: Dude.
Clawed: may Evil Plotbunnies bite your toes.
Icchan: Wizard of Oz was the ULTIMATE Mary Sue. So there. May they bite your toes instead.
"Does harry have one
too."
"Yes the very same." When Clover looked up they were in the air.
Flying. Clover face lit up with a huge smile and before she knew it the landed.
Clawed: They were in the air. Falling.
Icchan: Does Harry have what a sister of course he has a sister if he didn’t you wouldn’t DEAR GOD MAKE IT STOP ALREADY
Icchan: the landed did what?
Clawed: I'm still trying to figure that out
Icchan: It's like a fic written by someone screaming at invisible people.
Clawed: *jumps on fic-consistency alarm*
Clawed: flying car... FBI.....
Icchan: The Truth Is Out There.
Icchan: Just Not In Here.
Icchan: Or Anywhere Nearby.
"Where are we?" She
asked.
"Diagon alley, the best place for all of your school needs." Severus
said.
"Right now what?"
"Let's see robes, wand, caldron, and books, oh and a pointed hat."
They headed down the cobble stone street way and came to the wand shop.
Icchan: I thought that was Target's back-to-school sale.
Clawed: Ok... So they land the flying car, which no one ever mentions has invisibility, in the middle of Diagon Alley?
Icchan: Yeah. But you can't parallel park there.
Clawed: Nor do they mention getting money
Icchan: Two guys hustling an underage girl around - of course they'll have money.
Clawed: Niisan?
Icchan: Yes?
Clawed: Can I get a cobble stone street way?
Icchan: You might have to make it yourself, but if you can cobble something good together, then sure.
Clawed: yay! but first... what's a street way?
Icchan: It's like a drive way, only you street down it instead of driving. See, in this world, we are verbs and we do nouns. Remember?
Clawed: oh, right
"Do
I say is that Clover Potter,
Clawed: I don’t know. Is it even your line? Who are you, anyway?
well, hold my tongue
in
Clawed: I’ve got
some super glue…
Clawed: He held his tongue in so far,
he couldn't even tell us who he was.
Icchan: Dear god no
Icchan: I'm SO not touching that tongue
But I have the prefect wand for you." He pulled out a wand and she flicked
it. Red and Gold sparks emitted from the end if the smooth 10 inch wooden wand,
just as Harry's had done. Mr. Olivander smiled. " Harry and Clover Potter.
The " Wonder Duo" The only difference in your wands is that yours is
willow branch and his is ash. We can expect amazing things from the both of
you."
Icchan: And she's an instant prefect. Must be good to be a mary sue...
Clawed: Is it just me, or does that make Harry and Clover sound like a bad 60s comic book?
Icchan: Clover Wonka and the Chocolate Factory?
Clawed: *waves him aside* move over
Icchan: *overs* I am move.
Clawed: *aims Canon Cannon* I'm gonna blow a hole in this plot soooooo big......
Clawed: FAWKES *boom* ONLY *boom* GAVE *boom* TWO *boom* FEATHERS!
Icchan: Oh it's okay. It's a
Severus and Sirius strolled around Diagon Alley buying the rest of Clover's school supplies when they ran into Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. " Good Afternoon, Severus...Sirius. What are you doing outside of Hogwarts at this time of the day?" (Author's Note: Sirius is no longer an escaped fugitive, he is the new DADA teacher)
Clawed: owowowowowowow
Clawed: *aims Canon Cannon again*
Clawed: Oh, and so nice to tell us about the whole DISREGARDING OF THE BLOODY FOURTH AND FIFTH BOOKS THERE!
Icchan: CAPITAL LETTERS! PERIODS! I HAVE MISSED THEE!
Clawed: *BOOM*
Icchan: Imouto, I have a suggestion.
Clawed: *weeps* Lucious... so deliciously evil.... so horribly, horrible nice now...
Icchan: You've got good aim with that surplus 8" howitzer you found; you ever thought about joining the Artillery corps?
Clawed: SHE RUINED A BISHIE!!!! three of them! They should be killing each other....
Icchan: Well, See, that's the
Icchan: Or perhaps not - this Clover person's been
sitting in a flying car all the way across the
Icchan: Besides, what happened to all the other clovers?
Clawed: CLAMP got them.
Clawed: See, here's what that paragraph should sound like.
Icchan: AVADA KEDAVRA!
AVADA KEDAVRA!
AVADA KEDAVRA!
Clawed: Snape, angry at being dragged away from his classes to get a relative of James' Potter's, meets Lucius and Narcissa in Diagon Alley. He snarls, but only says a terse "hello," not wanting to anger someone who he knows is one of Voldemort's important Death Eaters. Sirius, realizing suddenly that he, a wanted and very well known man, is standing in broad daylight in the middle of a crowd of wizards and takes off for safety as fast as he can. Lucious, seeing an opportunity to earn himself favor with Voldemort and make himself look good for the Ministry, starts firing off spells until he catches, wounds, and/or kills Siruis. Snape looks on and says nothing.
Icchan: Imouto, Your fangirlishness is showing. Badly.
Clawed: ^^;; sorry. *hides behind the cannon*
Icchan: I shall quote one word: Lucious.
Clawed: BUT HE IS!!
Icchan: There is no "O" in Lucius.
Icchan: *evil smile*
Clawed: ...it's a nickname. Sue me.
Icchan: Only you can do that.
Clawed: Only you can prevent Mary Sues.
Icchan: Only you can prevent forests.
Clawed: (we are siriusly derailing our own MST)
Icchan: (truly a black pun.)
"We
are showing the new Hogwarts student Diagon alley and getting the things for
her." Severus said. At that time Clover was fiddling with her hair making
sure no one saw it, she didn't like any one looking at it, she thought it was
embarrassing.
"Well, good day Severus and Sirius." And with that Lucius and
Narcissa left and they headed to Hogwarts.
Icchan: Wow, Diagon Alley is the new hogwarts student?
Clawed: She’s... embarrassed.... about her.... hair??
Icchan: It's short and blue. Wouldn't you be?
Clawed: true.
Icchan: Just wait till they find her wings.
Clawed: *shudders*
Clawed: *sings the genocide song from Trigun*
Icchan: Clawed the Canon
Clawed: *Total slaughter.... total slaughter*
*I cannot keep canon alive....*
*ladedadedie... Sue-i-cide...*
*ladedadedud.... an ocean of blood*
*lets begin... the killing time...*
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Clawed: see? they agree with me.
Icchan: AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!
Clawed: *drags the Cannon across the caltrops*
Icchan: They must be gunsights by now.
They
arrived at Hogwarts a couple hours later, and Clover met Dumbledore In his
office where Harry, Hermione, and Ron waited.
"What's taking them so long?" Harry asked being very impatient. And
with that said Severus and Sirius walked through the door.
Icchan: Who's Said?
Clawed: Severus' and Sirius' love child.
Icchan: I thought that ... nevermind.
"Good evening Albus, Harry,
Hermione, Ron." Sirius said Clover was trailing behind amazed at the
moving stairs.
"Did you know the stairs move?" She asked.
"Yes, Clover we did, it's a charm."
Clawed: No, clover... I thought the building moved around us.
Icchan: "Actually I thought it was annoying, not charming."
Clawed: Alright... the girl found out she had a brother... about 3 or 4 hours ago. At the same time, she learned she was a witch.
Clawed: She's been a muggle her whole life... and
she's amazed by an escalator?
Icchan: Uplifting, isn't it?
"Wow,
it's cool."
"Clover meet Harry your brother." Clover walked over to Harry and
they hugged. Then Ron cached a glimpse of Clovers scar, and said, "Bloody
hell, she has it too."
Clawed: That is, by far, the most uneventful reunion I’ve ever seen.
Icchan: The Matrix has us.
Clawed: Periods are so rare here, it's easy to overlook them
Icchan: *points* Ron cached pictures of Clover. I think he's gonna get smacked by Hermione if he keeps that up
Clawed: I wonder.... is Ron's caching a glimpse like my computer caching this webpage?
Icchan: Like I said, the Matrix has us
Clawed: And Ginny.
Icchan: And Clover. Who, being a MarySue, is not violent and violence simply can't happen around her. People don't even get angry. Her sheer smile and presence could quell a world war.
Clawed: Or put everyone to sleep.
Icchan: ...so does that mean Minmei was a Mary Sue as well?
Clawed: No. If minmei was a mary sue, she would've been able to sing.
Icchan: She could in Japanese. They did actually get a j-rock singer to do her voice. Then there was the Reba West incident on this side of the pond, and well, nuff said.
Clawed: True.... but at least they could have given her dancing ability.
Icchan: So she was an interstellar pop-star bobblehead. She was cute.
Clawed: And bloody annoying.
Icchan: And she was dumped.
Clover
had tried to cover it up but it was to late.
"Don't try and hide it Clover it's a sign of hope for others."
Dumbledore said.
Clawed: .... a sign of hope?
Clawed: That's the end!
Icchan: We'll .... you're JOKING.
Clawed: Nope.
Icchan: ...
Clawed: That's the last line of this chapter.
Icchan: Oh
Icchan: I thought you meant the end of the fic.
Icchan: I was hoping, so hoping...
Clawed: Well, to be painfully honest...
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Clawed: That's the last line.
Icchan: *dies under the crosses of plotlessness*
Clawed: *parks the Canon Cannon on his grave*
Clawed: I'll resurrect you tomorrow.
Icchan: Fair enough. Wear your school uniform when you do. XD
Clawed: It's currently in pieces....
Icchan: Well ^_^ when you get it finished, send it on out.
Clawed: :-D and here I was thinking you were going to say "even better."
Icchan: ...
Icchan: I'm not going to ask why.
Clawed: ....thinkaboutit
Icchan: IMOUTO.
Icchan: *prods with a taser* :p
Clawed: *innocent*
Clawed: Aren't you dead?
Icchan: Bad pennies never die.
Icchan: They just jam up the machine when you need it most.
Clawed: How'd you get out from under the cannon?
Icchan: I'm a ghost. I'm haunting you. Oooo.
Clawed: *drops the fic canon on him again*