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Daft fell off the pumpkin with a lot of glubbing and bubbling. With loud hissing noises, all the enchanted objects/people/enviroment returned to their original state.

"Oh confound it all!" Wailed WormTail where the patch of indigo a.k.a Rookwood, had been," The polyjuice ran out!"

There was a horrible silence as everyone digested this.

Meanwhile...the REAL Rookwood, somewhere in Albania.

"-yes, I'm looking for a nice shrubbery!" he said, gesturing.

The old lady to whom he was speaking nodded and pointed to a pile of rocks.

"No, I said 'a shrubbery'!" repeated Rookwood slowly.

The woman pointed to the rocks agian enthusiastically.

"No. a- oh forget it!" he swore and turned away," And I still fail to see why Lord Voldemort wants a shrubbery!"

He looked at the dim horizon.

"But Wormtail swore that he did...."

Harry saw running people. Harry saw running FANGIRLS. Harry was happy. Harry ran at the running fangirls and tackled them over. Unfortunately one of them was wormtail, his sworn enemy and the other was NOT his fangirl but Mischa, who was trying to get to the airport.
"...oh well, your fangirls now!" Harry yelled before grabbing them up, grinning benignly.
"Yes, I'll sign the back of your shirt! In fact, I have a marker right with me."

"I swear it wasn't my-" Having secong thoughts, Daft decided not to finish this sentence.

But it didn't matter, a whack from Echo was inevitable.

With a resounding 'thwunk' she fell into a puddle.

"No fair! You used your 'super-special-ultra-uber-unecessarily-annoted-potions' textbook.

She glared at the 20 cm volume in question.

((-crawls up from the depths- Hai! It's been... 6 months since I last posted in this thread. whee Time for a dramatic re-entrance... If I can figure out where you are.))

Enranged with her Divination homework, Olive snapped her book shut and stormed out of the common room. "Where did that portrait go..." she mumbled to herself. It was her favourite - it came out by a pretty spot beside a river ( 3nodding ) and as far as she knew, no one knew about it. She turned a corner, then turned again to face the left hand side of the corridor. A fat man in a wonky bishop's hat snored in his frame. The hat fell off. He woke up with a word not often heard coming out of the mouth of a bishop. Olive tutted. "Shame on you. If your old mother had heard you then." the bishop sniffled. "Peaches and raisins." said Olive, and the portrait rolled up like... one of those curtain blind thingies. She could hear the bishop mumbling into the canvas above her as she stepped through.
Olive came out the other end beneath the roots of a tree. The river was to her right and... there seemed to be a hell of a commotion going on. She spotted Echo and Daft and trotted over. "Hey Daft... hey Echo... is that Harry Potter??"

((Hooray! A reply! I are loved! And rofl at Harry's mentality...))

Olive ducked as a pumpkin flew over her head. She was used to that by now... one must always be on the look out for rogue pumpkins when one spends too much time with Daft. "So um..." she started, trying to avoid eye contact with Harry. Something about him seemed creepier than she'd first imagined. "Uh... so..." she tried again. "...what's going on here exactly? People are yelling a lot and it's hard to make much sense out of anything..."

Olive stared for a moment.
"... Oh." she glanced around and scratched her nose. "Well... I came down here in the first place to get a little quiet time but..." Something (or someone - it was hard to tell) flew overhead at an alarming speed to land quite spectacularly a few metres away. "It seems a little busy down here right now. Maybe I should come back later."

"-voila! The shrubbery!'said Rookwood, having finished recounting his quest to find the shrubbery. It included several dragons, numerous damsels in distress and one large bowl of curried sausages.

"Hmmm..." Voldemort eyed the shrubbery,"Hmmm...What are those?" he asked pointing to some flowers.
"Those are red topped lilies, or sometimes known as auburn headed lilies." he responded promptly.
Snape twitched.
"And those?" asked Voldemort gesturing again.
"Green eyed lilies, milord."
"and these?"
"Evans' lily..."
"And this short, greasy one with the hook shaped leaves?"
"That would be the Snap-"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAARRGGGHHHHH!" Snape screamed and threw himself in the river.
"-dragons..." finished Rookwood.

Echo looked round.

"It's Moldywort!" she yelped, fumbling with her wand. "I mean ah, um-" She was cut off as Professor Potterius ran past her yelling "CHAAAAARGE!" Echo blinked, watched for a moment, then bolted.