A note of advice: Never anger a volatile, PMS-ing younger sister if you value your ears. Or, in my case, stay out of her way when she receives a particularly unwelcome piece of news.

intersting... so what year is this supposed to be taking place @ hogwarts, though don't matter too much. gr.. got firefly on the mind anywho... et be a bit sad but took me awhile to get the whoile simulacrum thing, but it's been forever since I've Th Immortal series... oh well... it was good... write other random weird stuff.

Kalle

THICKY! Where have you been?

And why aren't you at home?

This is so much better than mine. Sil, you're a genius. Seriously. You too, Wennie.

I only wish I was at home so I could write another chapter.

Forgot to review here...

Kids? I LOVE IT. I love it so much I want more and Dahee can BURN...or burninate...either way.

Oh...wow. I LOVE sheroes. I really do. This story doth rocketh my socketh!

...I hate you. Both of you. You...this...BURN. BURN HARD. MY DUMBY IS NOT A SIMULACRUM OR SNAPE IN DISGUISE! He is REAL...besides, how would YOU know when I meet him, or who he is, or what we do? *waggles eyebrows*

I don't have a THONG MACHINE GUN. Really, how passe. But I hafta admit I loved that Butter idea. Simply marvelous. *glares at people who make her laugh*

And nobody wants Rita Skeeter, dawgs. Except maybe for Trelawney.

Oh, dear. I was nice to you in this newest chapter that I have all ready...I suppose I'll just have to edit it, that's all. Oh, dear...

::laughs evilly and runs away nakedly::

OHGOD. I clicked on this before I saw who it was by! I love you guys. Honestly.