Chapter Twelve: Talent for Trouble
Another chapter written by Brad (he doesn't have an LJ account).
McGonagall: YAY, pointless lecture time! Harry, shut the hell up and go to your dormitory.
Harry: *is persistent*
McGonagall: *fakes being sorry*
Harry: *is forlorn*
Question: How the heck do you get from a clock never mentioned in canon ticking to a random bridge never mentioned in canon?
Answer: Hire Alfonso Cuaron
Lupin: *understands*
Harry: Since we can’t read thoughts in movies, I’m going to act all sentimental! YAY!
Lupin: *slaps Harry* Shut up.
Harry: Never!
Lupin: Fine, then I’ll act all philosophical!
Harry: Deal.
Lupin: I know your mother, Harry. She was there for me when no one else was. And there isn’t a single way in life that that can’t sound dirty. Oh, and I also knew your father. He was a pimp. Rumor has it, so are you.
Harry: How’d you know?
McGonagall: YAY, pointless lecture time! Harry, shut the hell up and go to your dormitory.
Harry: *is persistent*
McGonagall: *fakes being sorry*
Harry: *is forlorn*
Question: How the heck do you get from a clock never mentioned in canon ticking to a random bridge never mentioned in canon?
Answer: Hire Alfonso Cuaron
Lupin: *understands*
Harry: Since we can’t read thoughts in movies, I’m going to act all sentimental! YAY!
Lupin: *slaps Harry* Shut up.
Harry: Never!
Lupin: Fine, then I’ll act all philosophical!
Harry: Deal.
Lupin: I know your mother, Harry. She was there for me when no one else was. And there isn’t a single way in life that that can’t sound dirty. Oh, and I also knew your father. He was a pimp. Rumor has it, so are you.
Harry: How’d you know?