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Funny Harry Potter Quotes

"Oh, are you a prefect, Percy? You should have said something, we had no idea."
"Hang on I think I remember him saying something about it, once..."
"Or twice-"
"A minute-"
"All summer-"

"Sir — Professor Dumbledore? Can I ask you something?"
"Obviously, you’ve just done so," Dumbledore smiled. “You may ask me one more thing, however."
"What do you see when you look in the mirror?"
"I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks."
Harry stared.
"One can never have enough socks. Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn’t get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books."

"You haven't got a letter on yours", George observed. "I suppose she [Mrs.Weasley] thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid - we know we're called Gred and Forge."

"Now, you two - Behave yourselves. If I get one word that you've blown up a toilet or - " [Mrs. Weasley]
"Blown up a toilet? We've never blown up a toilet."
"Great idea though, thanks, Mum."

"Your aunt and uncle will be proud, though, won't they?" said Hermione as they got off the train and joined the crowd thronging toward the enchanted barrier. "When they hear what you did this year?"
"Proud?" said Harry. "Are you crazy? All those times I could've died, and I didn't manage it? They'll be furious..."

Hermione, however, clapped a hand to her forehead. "Harry -- I think I've just understood something! I've got to go to the library!" And she sprinted away, up the stairs.
"What does she understand?" said Harry distractedly, still looking around, trying to tell where the voice had come from.
"Loads more than I do." said Ron, shaking his head.
"But why's she got to go to the library?"
"Because that's what Hermione does," said Ron, shrugging. "When in doubt, go to the library."

"Do I look stupid?" snarled Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy mustache.

They were almost at King's Cross when Harry remembered something.
"Ginny--what did you see Percy doing, that he didn't want you to tell anyone?"
"Oh that," said Ginny, giggling. "Well--Percy's got a girlfriend."
Fred dropped a stack of books on George's head. "What?"
"It's that Ravenclaw prefect, Penelope Clearwater," said Ginny. "That's who he was writing to all last summer. He's been meeting her all over the school in secret. I walked in on them kissing in an empty classroom one day. He was so upest when she was--you know--attacked. You won't tease him, will you?" she added anxiously.
"Wouldn't dream of it," said Fred, who was looking like his birthday had come early.
"Definitely not," said George, sniggering.

George looked up in time to see Malfoy pretending to faint with terror again.
"That little git," he said calmly. "He wasn't so cocky last night when the dementors were down our end of the train. Came running into our compartment, didn't he, Fred?"
"Nearly wet himself," said Fred, with a contemptuous glance at Malfoy.

As though an invisible hand were writing upon it, words appeared on the smooth surface of the map. "Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business."
Snape froze. Harry stared, dumbstruck, at the message. But the map didn't stop there. More writing was appearing beneath the first.
"Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git."
It would have been funny if the situation hadn't been so serious. And there was more...
"Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor."
Harry closed his eyes in horror. When he'd opened them, the map had had its last word.
"Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball."

"OH NO YOU DON'T, LADDIE!"
Harry spun around. Professor Moody was limping down the marble staircase. His wand was out and it was pointing right at a pure white ferret.
"I want to fix that in my memory forever," said Ron, his closed and an uplifted expression on his face. "Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret..."

"Excuse me, I don't like people just because they're handsome!" said Hermione indignantly.
Ron gave a loud false cough, which sounded oddly like "Lockhart!"

"And do I look like the kind of man that can be intimidated?" barked Uncle Vernon.
"Well..." said Moody, pushing back his bowler hat to reveal his sinisterly revolving eye. Uncle Vernon lept backward in horror and collided painfully with a luggage trolley. "Yes, I'd have to say you do, Dursley."

Mrs. Weasley let out a shriek just like Hermione's.
"I don't believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That's everyone in the family!"
"What are Fred and I, next-door neighbours?" said George indignantly, as his mother pushed him aside and flung her arms around her youngest son.

"Arthur, is that you?"
"Yes," came Mr. Weasley's weary voice. "But I would say that even if I were a Death Eater, dear. Ask the question!"
"Oh, honestly..."
"Molly!"
"All right, all right... What is your dearest ambition?"
"To find out how airplanes stay up."
Mrs. Weasley nodded and turned the doorknob, but apparently Mr. Weasley was holding tight to it on the other side, because the door remained firmly shut.
"Molly! I've got to ask you your question first!"
"Arthur, really, this is just silly..."
"What do you like me to call you when we're alone together?"
Even by the dim light of the lantern Harry could tell that Mrs. Weasley had turned bright red; he himself felt suddenly warm around the ears and neck, and hastily gulped soup, clattering his spoon as loudly as he could against the bowl.
"Mollywobbles," whispered a mortified Mrs. Weasley into the crack at the edge of the door.

Why Are You Worrying about You-Know-Who?
You SHOULD Be Worrying About
U-NO-POO -
the Constipation Sensation That's Gripping the Nation!

Yeah, I was bored. Later, I think I might up an Eragon Quote

Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!

Something on Bekah's blog

1. Whαt's your nαme?
2. Are we close?
3. What do you think of me?
4. What do you admire most about me?
5. Am I your best friend?
6. Where did we meet?
7. Would you hug me?
8. Describe me in 3 words
9. If you hαd me for 30 mins, whαt would you do?
10. Whαt wαs your first impression of me?
11. Do you still think the sαme?
12. Whαt reminds you of me?
13. If you could give me αnything whαt would it be?
14. How well do you know me?
15. What do you like best αbout me?
16. Ever wanted to tell me something you couldn't?
17. Give me a nickname and explain why?
18. Are you gonnα put this on your blog and see whαt I say αbout you?
19. Anything to sαy before you go?
(you don't have to fill it out if you don't want to)

Something for School

OK, for school I have to ask a whole bunch of people what they want to be when they grow up. I think I e-mailed it to most of you, but encase I don't have you e-mail address: Whay do you want to be when you grow up?

A Short Story that I had to Write for School

The Tale of Sloppy Joe
NMP
January 17,2006

Once upon a time there lived a boy who’s name was Joe, but because he never ever cleaned up after himself, everyone always called him Sloppy Joe. His mother, who was obsessive compulsive about (what else?) cleaning, loved her son very, very, very, very much, but abhorred the fact the fact that he was always dirty and always left a enormous mess wherever he had been. One day, after Joe had come home from the park, she simply snapped and sent Sloppy Joe off to live with her sister Mary Sue.
Sloppy Joe’s Aunt lived on a farm in Minatota, with her twenty-seven children, all under the age of ten, Fabian, Fabiana, Fabianne, Fabio, Fabiola, Fable, Fabrizio, Fabryce, Fae, Fai, Faina, Fairlie, Fairfax, Faisal, Faith, Fala, Farley, Fantine, Falon, Faro, Farra, Farrah, Faun, Fausto, Fathi, Farrow, and Faust. Because Mary Sue had twenty-seven children, there was not much room in the house, so Sloppy Joey had to live out in the pigpen. But its not like he cared, he loved dirt and filth and pigs where his favorite animal!!!
One day in late Junuary, Fala and Faro where out taking a walk to the pigpen to make sure that they weren’t still afraid of Joe. But when they got to the massive mud hill that was the pigpen, Joe wasn’t there. In his stead was a cow.
Now it never occurred to the children that the cow could be Joe turned into a cow, because surely if Joe had gotten turned into anything it would be pig. So the children too the cow home and gave it to their mother, who served the cow for dinner. But since all of her children would eat were hamburgers, she had to grind up the cow into twenty-seven hamburgers. Mary Sue only ate vegetarian you see so that is why she didn’t make into twenty-eight. But the hamburgers didn’t turn out quite right. The pickles turned into onions, the mustard into salsa, the ketchup turned into ketchup, and the meat wouldn’t hold its shape and kept on falling out of the bun! Needless to say, the children loved them and decided to call them after their cousin and open a chain of restaurant.
After Fabian, Fabiana, Fabianne, Fabio, Fabiola, Fable, Fabrizio, Fabryce, Fae, Fai, Faina, Fairlie, Fairfax, Faisal, Faith, Fala, Farley, Fantine, Falon, Faro, Farra, Farrah, Faun, Fausto, Fathi, Farrow, and Faust went to bed, the pigs stayed up all night howling at the moon because their friend Joe had been turned into a cow and had been eaten.
And that is why you should always cleanup after yourself and take lots and lots of baths so that you don’t turn into a cow.

The End

[Carrie, you have my humblest apologies ]

ARG!

I AM NOT SICK!!!!

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Yes pepople that is the serene sound of me bonking my head against the wall trying to think up some brilliant idea for a story.


If I was to write I stor would you guys read it and comment?

My Father Tagged Me

1)What's the most fun work you've ever done, and why? (two sentences max)

Hm, probably on the PA missions trip working with Matanda. Why: because she always has a great attitude and tells great stories and is just a whole lot of fun to be around.

2)A. Name one thing you did in the past that you no longer do but wish you did? (one sentence max)

eat only pizza

B. Name one thing you've always wanted to do but keep putting it off? (one sentence max)

Writing an actual story and finnish it.

3)A. What two things would you most like to learn or be better at, and why? (two sentences max)

I would like to become a better artist and I would like to be better at studying my Bible.

B. If you could take a class/workshop/apprentice from anyone in the world living or dead, who would it be and what would you hope to learn? (two more sentences, max)

Um, probably would like to study with Lenardo Da'Vinci Or Michelangelo and study art with the,/

4)A. What three words might your best friends or family use to describe you?
WEIRD
creative
passionate

B. Now list two more words you wish described you...

diligent
hardworking (is that one word? hft, who cares?)

5) What are your top three passions? (can be current or past, work, hobbies, or causes-- three sentences max)

God
drawing
fantasy
6) (sue me) Write--and answer--one more question that YOU would ask someone (with answer in three sentences max)

What are three things that you wish to do in life? {job, hobbie, etc.}

Write a book
open my own art studio
go to and finnish college


[Bonus: What is one question you wish people would ask themselves?]

why don't they like horses more?

tag you're it!
Maggie
Matanda
Bekah
Julia
Amanda

So, who's going rollar skating tonight?

Cool Maps

Today

Today my Dad took us to PA to go to this Christian bookstore. It was different then I expected, such as it had Harry Potter and Eldest in stock. Dad had us each get a book, I got Beyond the Summerland. I read it once before, but I forget what happens exactly and Bekah keeps on bugging me to read it so now I'm reading it again.



This is very random but why does everyone care what's 'in' or 'out' ? Its like you can't say anything that'll make some one look down upon you because you like something. Everyone is trying so hard to be 'in' but nobody cares that everybody is starting look, act, and talk the same. You can go out any where and find girls that are suffering because they think their fatpr not pretty or too poor to get clothes that cost so much but conceal so little or because they just don't like what ever the popular people like. It's so stupid, the majority of teenagers today are trying to become like some superstar or football player that looks so good on the outside, but is so messed up on the inside. That is what is wrong with this generation of teenagers, few of us are orginal, most of us are trying to be some pop star. We're making idols out of the people that only have good looks. I'm not saying that all stars are like that, but if you think about it, most of them are. Its alright to care what people think, just remember; If your friends are only your friends because of what's one the outside, then maybe you need to get a new group of friends.