Harry: Snape...Is...My...DADDY! WAAA!!!! IT'S DAFT INVADER ALL OVER AGAIN!
Snape: Don't you mean 'Dath vader'?
Harry: No, Daft invader claims he's Lucy's father
Snape: Don't you mean Luke?
Harry: OH MY GOD SNAPE YOU KNOW ABOUT MUGGLES! *Points dramatically at Snape*
Snape: I don't know about muggles, anyway I was joking. How could I produce something as ugly as you?
Harry: YOU DID NOT GO THERE, GIRLFRIEND!
Snape: I went there!, Ta-ta Potter, I must deliever this chicken pie to the great hall *Leaves*
Harry: He...Called...Me...Ugly...I NEED HELP!
Fred: Hullo Harry!
George: We were just passing by when we heard that you -
Fred: Needed help!
Fred/George: How can we help?
Harry: Bother Snape?
George: Right, Fred...TOO THE CUPBOARD WHICH IS FULL OF THINGS TO ANNOY SNAPE!
*Later in the great hall*
Dumbledore: Ah Severus! You did the right thing in handing over the pie!
Snape: *Hands pie over begrudgingly* Er yes... *Sits down at table*
Trelawney: NO! SEVERUS IS THE THIRTEENTH TO SIT AT THIS TABLE! THE FIRST ONE OF US TO GET UP IS DOOMED!
Lockhart: Oh nice!
Dumbledore: Oi! Lockhart! What are you doing here?! I didn't invite you to the Dumbledore cool club!
Snape: *Mutters* This is thanksgiving...
Lockhart: I'm famous! I'm Gilderoy Lockhart!
*Crickets*
Snape: Who?
Dumbledore: Is that a pie flavour? And does it come with ice cream?
Trelawney: Or alcohol? *hic!*
Snape: I must depart this table in order to fetch my daily prophet
Dumbledore: OH MY GOD SEVYKINS! YOU ARE MARRIED TO ME NOT THE PROPHET!
Snape: HEY! I AM NOT -
Dumbledore: Language Sevykins, ickle children read our conversations
Snape: Grr...Stupid children...
Lucy: Oh thanks dad... -___-
Snape: Anyway, I must go fetch the prophet *gets up*
Fred/George/Harry: *Charge in and chuck pies at Snape*
Harry: BOO-YA! RIGHT IN THE NOSE!
Fred: WELL YOU CAN'T MISS IT!
George: OWNED!
Trelawney: Nobody listened to me when I said the first to get up is doomed...
Dumbledore: Nobody belives you because your drunk
Trelawney: YOU HIRED ME!
THE END 8D