So...you're going with me, then, eh? Sweet. Pick you up at seven, okay?
*sigh* Fine. What are you wearing?
Black, what else? I hear it's this year's pink or something...
Ha, ha, ha. I'm wearing orange...
Orange? That's random. You sure you'll look good in that?
Well gee, I dunno. I only tried the dress on eight bloody times and asked almost everyone on my street if I looked good in it and they all said, "Oh Maggie, you look so pretty!" Gee, I wonder!
Well I was only wondering! I don't want to go to the biggest social event at Hogwarts with a giant pumpkin on my arm!
Giant pumpkin...nice. X_x
H: It's the great pumpkin, Charlie Brown!
B: Mwuhahahahaha! We will steal your seeds and eat them!
Idiots. :) What are you two doing on here again? Are you on Will's computer?
H: His room smells really bad.
B: Like old socks...and cantaloupe.
H: I don't like cantaloupe.
B: Dude...we're allergic to cantaloupe.
H: That must be why I don't like it.
I tried to make it smell better with this perfume Granna has...didn't work. I think the bottle's still in there, somewhere.
B: It didn't work.
H: Yeah, it does kinda smell like old church women in here.
B: Is the perfume called 'Ode to Fall'?
H: Because that's the only bottle in here.
B: It's all pink and smells really nice.
H: Is it yours?
I figured it wouldn't work...
'Ode to Fall'...I used to have a bottle of that stuff, but it disappeared...OMG, is it half-full and has a little star charm bracelet dangling off it?
Great. So I guess I get to meet the whole sodding family, then?
Well, maybe I don't want to. But that'd be awfully mean, not letting them know there's something better than they are out there. I'm kind of like, God to them, aren't I. Your dad and your brothers...sisters...whatever.
Keep talking like that and I WON'T go to the Ball with you, and leave you to go stag all be your lonesome. And just so you know, I have two brothers and one of them is a wizard, so just shove off. And if my dad and Will saw you as God, I'd have to become a Satanist.
Oh wow, one wizard! Somebody slap me- I can't believe it!
B: Stop being an arse to Maggie, you prat!
H: Yeah, or we'll turn you into a ferret!
B: We can do that?
H: Now we can.
B: Right. You're damned lucky she even decided she was going to go with you.
H: Yeah, so count your blessings...
B: ...while they last.