The Other Potter. Book Four.

Sanity is so uninteresting.

I sat there for a while wondering if I had lost my mind, or if Soxy was a telepathic cat...

Well, the latter sounds more logical...

I like Willow Logic.

Great hall, I really do need to give it a new name...

Taxi?

Metaxi?

No, SEIRRA!

That’s retarded...

Umm...

“Zulu!” Lucy said dramatically.

Hey Hermione, I’m going to Zulu!

That’s perfect!

Alright, now, the entrance hall...

Vagina...

STOP IT!

Penis!

NOOOO!

IT ECHOES IN MY HEAD!

Oh my god!

ENTRANCE HALL = ECHO!

Zulu and Echo...

Willow logic.

By the time I had reached my zillionth slice of toast, Hermione arrived.

“You were awake!” She said in surprise.

“Yeah.”

“I thought you like died or something! You never get up early.” ‘Mione joked.

“Yeah.” I said flatly. “Oh my god! That came out so bitchy! It was meant to sound sarcastic, but I failed! I’m sorry Hermione!”

She wasn’t even paying me any attention...Bitch.

“What did you say?” She said looking at me confused.

“I said you should have been shot at birth.”

“Oh, that’s nice.” Hermione said absent-mindedly.

TURD!

“Hi.” Ron said glumly as he sat down across from us.

That’s who Hermione was distracted by.

“Sup homie gee.” I said retardedly. Ron glared. “That’s nice! Would you like some jealousy to go with that bad mood?” I gestured toward some scrambled eggs.

Eggs=jealousy.

Willow logic for the win.

“Fu-“I stopped him mid-swear.

“Careful, the llamas won’t have sex with you.” I told Ron.

The look Ron gave me, it’s like I had told him something awful.

Let’s just say, if looks could kill....

I’D BE BURIED!

“Let’s go.” Said Hermione, grabbing some toast in a napkin.

I obliged, and followed her up to Gryffindor tower.

Then Harry popped out just as we were about to go inside, scaring the crap out of me.

“Hello,” Hermione said to Harry. “I brought you this… Want to go for a walk?” 

“Good idea,” said Harry gratefully.

We went downstairs, crossed the Echo quickly without looking in at the Zulu, and were soon striding across the lawn toward the lake, where the Durmstrang ship was moored.