Stored Comments - Comments from March to Mid July - Books - http://maxpages.com/hpfreaksinc/game1

The comments on this page are from the start of the site, March 2000, until the middle part of July 2000. They are saved for your enjoyment. I personally think they are very funny...

George: Fred! I think ol' McGonagall fancies Lockhart! Don't you agree?

Fred: Oh, definitely. It sickens me. They're both being so swoony. (Grimaces)

Percy: You two need to grow up! Love is one of the miracles of life. Take me and Penny for example...

Fred: OK, so you're trying to tell us that two stuck up kids who kiss are one of the miracles of life? I think it's a miracle that all of us haven't died from disgust. It's mad, I tell you, MAD.

Ginny: Don't tell him this, but I-I think Harry Potter is really neat. It was nice of him to save my life last semester. (sigh) Maybe someday he'll like me.

Fred: (in a high voice) Oh, Harry, you're so hansome, and your scar is absolutely delicious. (giggles girlishly)

Harry: Why are you talking about me? And Fred, I didn't know you cared.

George: All this love business is making me ill. Let's change the jolly subject.

Hermoine: I just finished the most interesting book...

Ron: Nooo...ANYTHING but another book discussion.

Percy: What is wrong with literary knowledge? Many of the great wizards use books in everyday life. Now, me and Penny...

Fred: Would you shut up about your bloody girlfriend?

Draco: Hey, Weasley, I'm sure you have to save twig by twig to buy your stuff!

Ron: (stands up) Say that again, scum!

Hermione: (pulls Ron down) Don't waste your time. He's just angry that he doesn't have enough hairs from the shower drain to buy some looks.

Filch: (sneering) I heard that, Malfoy! I'm sure Dumbledore will be glad to hear this! Maybe he will let me use the old chains I have in my office. They are well oiled...

Ginny: Hi Hermione! (giggles) (whispers in Hermione's ear) Harry smiled at me at lunch!

Fred: Ginny, will you please GET OVER HARRY! Don't you think about anyone else? And I have news for you...Harry knows.

Ginny: (gasp) He does? Does he like me ? Does he? Does he? Oh plllleeeeaaaaase let him like me!

Fred: I DON'T TALK TO HARRY ABOUT YOU! What would this sound like? So, Harry, do ya like my sister? I just want to make her happy, and she needs love, even though she's 12 years old and you're 13. It would sound sappy. You are too young, so is Harry, and so am I! Now, can we change the jolly subject?!

Hagrid: G'mornin Ginny, Hermione, Fred, Mr. Filch. What're ye up to?

Fred: Oh, nothing much...Hey, (cough) Hagrid, what do you know about raising dragons...I, er, I'm just curious....(clears throat)

Hagrid: Uh... well I, er, don't know what yer talkin' about (glances around nervously)

Ginny: Hagrid, has...has Harry said anything about me lately? I was j-just curious. (innocent smile)

Hagrid: No, heh heh. Don't you, uh, think yer a little too young fer that kinda stuff?

Fred: Well, I think we're all a little to young for this stuff. Say, um, does anyone have a large box? You know, a box large enough to hold, oh I don't know, perhaps a dragon? Not that I have one, or anything...(innocently smiles)

Filch: Filch: Did I just hear you say 'dragon', Weasly? Are you looking for a detention?

Fred: I, um, I, I didn't say dragon, I said flagon. Hmhm. Yep. Flagon as in wine. Boy, some of those Muggles make some great stuff...

Ginny: Fred! I'm telling mom on you!

Hagrid: Hmm,I'd like some wine! Do ya got any, Fred?

Mc Gonagall: What were you saying, Hagrid? Wine? You know that is not good for your health! But, oh well, I don´t mind about having something good at the "Three Broomsticks"! Mr Filch, would you like to come with us?

Lockhart: Hey, I´d also fancy a butterbeer or a glass of wine! You don´t invite me to come with you? Oh, Harry and Hermione: Would you please come a little bit earlier to our next class? I have to discuss something with you about Harry´s psychological matters! I´m coming, Minerva!

George: Yep, he's going alright! Going right to the water closet at the Three Broomsticts. I bought some special chocolate and put it in his pudding. Think he'll make it Fred?

Fred: Oh, I don't know, he might make it if he doesn't notice that I traded the tie to his robe with a dead snake. Fancy that! Lockhart, in the privy, discovering a dead snake around his waist!

Ron: Oooh, I would pay BIG Galleons to see that. Writing all those stupid books wouldn't help him then!

Fred: Oh, but he could write a book! Screaming in the Stall, or perhaps Stinking with Snakes, or Controlless with Corpes. Top selling reads, I'd say!

Later on...

McGonagall: Good evening, students, shouldn´t you go to bed? It´s after midnight! However, you won´t have your first lesson tomorrow, anyway. Unfortunatly, Professor Lockhart had some problems and could be ill for some time. By the way, Mr. Weasley, yes, both of you. Not you Ron, go to bed! Could I have a little talk with you? Alone?

George: I'd love to chat, but (yawn) I'm sooo tired I can't keep my eyes open. Perhaps another time, Proffessor?

Fred: I agree. Got to get up bright and early tomorrow so we can learn as much as we can and be model students. Good night all!

McGonagall: No, you stay. Only five minutes... I have to warn you. I know you play lots of tricks, and the staff doesn´t pay enough attention, as I think, because THIS, you know, the LITTLE THING with Lockhart, goes too far. This is my last warning, 20 points taken from Gryffindor. The next time you will get detention!

Fred: Oh, Professor, you must of misunderstood us. We wanted to help dear Lockhart. He just seemed so bloated that we thought he could use a little help relieving himself. Oh, well, tomorrow's another day. 'Night, Professor. (Fred and George run out)

Ginny: (still standing nearby) Wait Professor! It was Malfoy! I saw him put
something into Professor Lockhart's pudding!

Fred: (returning with George because they heard Ginny) Look George. Our sister is telling a lie just to save our skins. (wipes fake tear from his eye) We may turn her into a trouble maker yet.

Filch: (looking nervous) Have any of you seen Mrs. Noris lately? (gasping)What have you done to her, Fred! (grabbing Fred by the shirt collar)

Fred: Um, well, we were hungry, and she was just sitting there, looking at us with those delicious little eyes of hers, and...

George: (catching the look in McGonagalls eyes) He's just kidding, Filch, Sir. We have no earthy idea where that cat is, but you might want to ivestigate Malfoy. He was talk about taking the cat for a little fly because she coughed up something on his robes.

Filch: (turning red with anger) MALFOY! COME BACK HERE! (charges after
Draco)

Hagrid: Filch! Calm down! I'm sure Mrs. Noris is just catchin' some misbahavier somewhere in the school. I'm sure she'll show up soon.

Ron: (waken by Filch's shouting in the common room) Wouldn't it be great if Malfoy really did take Mrs. Norris "for a ride," and she fell off? (rolls on the floor with laughter) Oh, sorry, Ginny...I know you like cats and all...but still...(wipes a tear of laughter from his eye)

Filch: RON! I HEARD THAT! LUNCH DETENTION WITH ME! TOMORROW! BE THERE OR FACE FURTHER PUNISHMENT!

Fred: (pushing an suddenly angry Ron toward the rooms)Come along Ron...That's right...Lunch detention is no big deal...Let's go beddie bye...(clamps his hand over Ron's mouth and acts like nothing is going on by giving a jaunty smile as he walks away.)

Ron: (twisting around) Mmfppghh! Mppghhffhh! PhgFRED get offa meee...(Ron's voice fades away as Fred drags him up the stairs)

Percy: (comes walking in the door where Fred took Ron) Has anyone seen Penny? I am really woried about her and.... FRED what are you doing with Ron?!...(goes chasing after Fred.)

Filch: (Voice drifting throught the corridors and wheezing) Where are you my sweet? My precious purrfect pet? (suddenly aggrivated)WHERE IS SHE MALFOY? HMM???

Malfoy: (His voice floating down the corridor) You know, one day we're going to look back at this and laugh...I mean, come on, after all, Mrs. Norris didn't mean THAT much to you, did she? (Gives a nervous chuckle) Did she? (In an undertone) I'm gonna KILL whoever pinned this on me...

Fred: (yelling) It was Crabbe and Goyle, Malfoy...I heard them...(whispering)But I could be mistaken...Pity. Calm down Perce, Ron will be just fine...

Crabbe: (enters) Hey, I heard that, and it was soooooo not me! And it was not Goyle either! It was probably you Fred! Your just trying to blame it on us!

Fred: Hey! I may get into trouble, and I may play a few harmless jokes, but I DO HAVE THE GUTS to own up do what I do, you brainless git! Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to go to bed...TaTa all! (walks up to bed)

Crabbe: I am sooooo not a brainless git!!!! You're gonna be sorry you even said that, Weasley! Sleep tight... Ha ha ha ha. Hey Goyle, get in here...

Nearly Headless Nick:(enters) What IS all this noise about?

Proffessor Lupin: I was thinking exactly the same thing. And Crabbe, what are you doing here, you should be the other end of the school? I'll be seeing everybody here tomorrow at lunchtime, and we will sort this out.

Crabbe: Oh, Professor, I uh... was just hanging out. What do you mean I'm supposed to be at the other end of school? (walks away. Everyone goes to bed)

The next day...

Fred: (Sneaking out of the common room before dawn carring a round package that he is talking too) Come on, little Skysong. We have to get you back to your gigantic, firebreathing Mummy before you hatch. It's hard enough keeping an illegal egg hidden, and I don't want to deal with a baby dragon. Stop moving in there! (Fred climbs out of the portrait hole and later runs out of the casle grounds.)

Crabbe: (sneaking out of the Slytherin common room 2 minutes after Fred)Move your butt there Goyle, Malfoy told me he over heard Fred and George talking secretly about something about an illegal dragon egg, and he's making us explore it! Move! I want to catch Fred red handed!!!

Professor Flitwick: (bumbs into Crabbe, spilling his cup of coffee) Vincent and Gregory! I would have thought better of you! Sneaking out of the common rooms before dawn. Oh dear, dear, dear...We shall have to go see the head of your house about this. I might evn mention it to the headmaster. Tut, Tut...Come with me, boys. (shoves Crabbe and Goyle in front of him and pokes them)

Filch: (over hearing Prof. Flitwick) Just hand them over to me, Flitwick. I'll take care of 'em. Real good care of 'em. (chuckles evily)

Crabbe: Um, Professor Flitwick? We uh.. we were told that Fred Weasley has an illegal dragon! I swear to God!!!!! We were just gonna catch him and bring him right to Dumbledore! I am telling the truth!!! Right Goyle? (Goyle just nods his head.) Please!!!!

Goyle: Yeah. What he said. Malfoy, yes the respected Draco Malfoy, told us he heard Fred Wesley talking to his idiotic brother George about an illegal dragon!! yes, you heard me right, dragon!!! He is smuggling it out as we speak! Now, wouldn't you believe Draco Malfoy, son of a very powerful man??? We are just victims here! We have the responsibility of finding this criminal! We can show you where he is! Please??

Fred: (Running in, skids to a hault. He doesn't have a parcel) Lovely morning, isn't it! Just went for a brisk moring walk! So, I'm just going to get a healthy breakfast so that I have the energy to preform at my best all day long! The morning meal is the most important of the day, you know!

Crabbe: No way! No possible way! I swear he had an illegal dragon egg!!!! I can smell something fishy!!! What are you up to Weasley?? I'm on to you!! Professor, you gotta believe me! Who are you gonna believe? Me, best friend of Draco Malfoy, or a Weasley, who can barely afford his next meal?

Fred: I can afford my next meal, you big baffoon, and you, my fat Crabbe, could afford to lose one. I just can't understand why you are so large when you are missing a very large portion of your brain! How dare you accuse me of having a dragon!

Fat Friar: Hi, Filch. What did they do this time?

Professor Flictwick: Well, I, umm.. I'm not sure what exactly is going on here, but it would be much better if you three went with with Mr. Filch here. Dear, dear, dear, we can't have a rubbish talk about illegal dragons going around the school.(turns and looks up at Filch)I'm sure you can handle this?

Percy: (comes running up to Fred) Fred, I found these books under your bed! Can you explain them?!! (holds up two books titled A Dragon Keepers Guide and Dragon Breeding for Pleasure and Profit)

Fred: Well...Charlie was telling me stories about dragons, and I kind of developed a little passion for them. Those books are facinating. I was just going to go to the library after me morning repast so that I could read about the early days of dragon breeding. We have a report due in History of Magic, and I thought dragons would make a lovely subject. But I do assure you, I have never harbored a dragon!

Goyle: OOH!! You little faker! Filch, why do you think those books were under his bed? He is a liar! Just like his poverty stricken father, and whole family! He has soooo harbored an illegal dragon!

Hagrid: Did someone say somethin' 'bout a dragon? There have never been dragons in this school!

Fat Friar: Hi, Hagrid. What are you doing here?

Crabbe: Yeah!! And I'm sooo not, well, that fat! Why don't you go talk to your stupid friend, Harry Potter! He is always around to help you! He's your hero! O Harry, Harry, help me! Crabbe might hurt me!! Where are you oh great one? He-Ha (Exits, but Goyle stays.)

Ron: (running out after Percy) Perce! Come back, you said you'd help me with my Charms homework! I'm not going to let you sneak off to be with Penelope again! (Looks around. Sees Fred.) Oh, hi Fred. Did he gyp you on homework too? And what're THEY doing here? (points at Crabbe and Goyle disdainfully)

Goyle: Oh, it's only you Ron, I think your stupid brother is in need of some help! Seems his little plan to get rid of that dragon didn't work out! Did you know that your poor, poor brother has been caring for a dragon? Yes! He has! Looks like we'll just have to report this to Draco Malfoy's father: The Respected Mr. Malfoy!!! Too bad! I guess your
family really can't afford this one, can ya Ron?

Crabbe: Yeah, you tell em' Goyle! Fred is goin' down!

Fred: Fine, then. You can all believe Mr. Fat and Mr. Dumb if you want. Search my stuff. You will not find a single piece of blinkin' evidence that I ever had a dragon. Come along, o brothers of mine! I bid you all good day.

Ron: Before we go, I'd just like to say one thing to you, you big (and I do mean big idiots: my brother is a smart, truthful guy most of the time, if my brother says he does not, nor has he EVER, had a dragon - well, I believe him!! You wouldn't lie about something as big as keeping a DRAGON, would you, Fred? (Looks at him expectantly)

Fred: Absolutely not! I would never lie to me brothers. Not come along Ron, I need to talk to you...(walks away and brings his voice down to a whisper so that no one but Ron can hear or react to what he says)Does an egg count?

Goyle: Oh, yes, and (in a mocking voice) "Good Day to You Too"! He-he,
Ha-ha!! Come on Crabbe, I wanna get a snack, I'm starved! (exits, but
Crabbe still stays.)

Crabbe: I think I'll just stay here, and watch the fun.

Goyle: Suit yourself.

Crabbe: Hey, they're whispering bout somethin' over there! fred and his ignorant brother ron are up to somethin'! Maybe the just had a (in a very loud voice)..... DRAGON EGG!!!!!!! Yeah, that's it! Professor Flitwick, Get em'!!!! Now!! Before they get away!

Lee Jordan:(emerging out of the corner) Crabbe, Goyle, you creeps, stop bullying Fred! Of course he's not hiding any illegal dragons, that would be just absurd. And Fred has 100 times more brains than you, he would never do anything that stupid. So lay off!

Proffessor Lupin: Aha. So there you are. Always seems to be this little group, doesn't it? Well, Fred have you got a dragon in school?

Fred: Abso-jolly-lutely not, Professor!

Ginny: (runs in) Where's Ron and Hermione? Something terrible! Oh dear! (looks around desperately and runs down the hall) Help! Help!

Ron: You did WHA-(Fred quietly steps on Ron's foot) Okay, okay, ouch, I'm not going to say anything... (rubs foot as Fred moves away) What's the matter, Ginny?

Fred: Good man, Ron... Calm down Ginny, it can't possibly be as bad as it seems. Breathe, in and out, that's it, Gin.

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