CC #046: Week of August 31, 2003

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Ron: Visiting Madam Tussaud’s Wax Museum was a great idea, Harry!
Harry: Yeah, that wax figure looks just like Snape! Complete with an evil sneer and all!

Snape: W-w-w-Weasley!
H & R: Professor? Are you alright?
Snape: J-just l-l-leave before I find a w-way to get this-s sn-n-nitch out of my pants!

Snape: Why did you tell everyone?!
Harry: Tell everyone what?
Snape: That I still sleep with my blankey!
Ron: We didn’t… but you just did.
Harry: *snicker*

Snape: Could it be that you two are just in the wrong place at the wrong time?
Harry: *whispers* I don’t think he sees us!
Ron: *whispers* we’re not under the Invisibility Cloak, moron!

Snape: Harry, I am your father!
*Harry looks aghast, everyone gasps, stunned silence*
Lockhart: *looking smug* Ha! I knew it! Too bad, I know the exact counter-curse that could have spared this…

Snape: Kebnfeaoufjo.
Harry: Professor?
Snape: Sorry, it’s just hard to keep words straight when there aren’t any speech bubbles to hold them…

Snape: Potter! Your double looks nothing like you! 56 points from Gryffindor!
Ron: Wait.. I’m confused…
-Beth C

‘Potter, Professor Lockhart wearing bellbottoms is beside the point entirely!

Snape: 10 points from Gryffindor!
Harry: Sure thing, Snivilly…
Snape: What?! You’re not supposed to know about that until 5th year!
Harry: I know! Isn’t it great?!

Snape: Welcome to Hogwarts’ Official Hall of Frozen Teachers…
-Melissa K

Snape: What do you mean you don’t like my double Potions classes?
Ron and Harry: Well.. err.. it’s… *mutter under breath* awful…
Snape: *Singing and crying* Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, I guess I’ll go eat worms…
Harry: Hahaha! That would be funny!
Ron: *Nudges Harry*
Harry: I mean bad…

Snape: What are you two doing here this late at night?!
Harry: *Thinking quick* We’re.. uh… walking around with basil in our pockets… trying to keep away the elephants…
Snape: I don’t see any elephants
Harry: Works pretty good, then, doesn’t it!

Harry: *quietly* The floor is wet behind Dumbledore… why is that?
Ron: *also quietly* He is very old and, well, you know….
Albus: I am very old, Mr. Weasley, but my ears and my bladder are working perfectly

Snape: Watch this, Potter! Ready? Five, six, seven, eight!
*teachers start dancing*

Ron: ‘If you’re greasy and you know it clap your hands…’

Harry: Didn’t your mum ever tell you your face could get stuck like that?
Snape: It is stuck! 100 points from Gryffindor!

Snape: …and for your information, Potter, Dumbledore is nothing but a-
Albus: Severus!
Snape: *screams like a girl and runs into a classroom*

Snape: Occlumency, Potter! Now, Weasley, care to demonstrate? *Occlumences Ron*… Well, well… we’ll just have to tell Hermione about the one where…!
Ron: Oh no…

Snape: First it was stealing the cookies from the cookie jar.. which is a terrible crime. Now it’s moved on to stealing cream filling from Twinkies?!
Ron: Honestly, Professor! It wasn’t us!
Harry: Ask Hermione! She was the one who stole the cookies!
Snape: If one of you don’t fess up soon I’ll have to ask Dumbledore to expel you…
Albus: *thinking* And Severus thinks it’s them? For it is I who has the fondness for Muggle sweets…

Lockhart: Severus! There you are! Come with me now – we’ll take you back to the nut house straight away!
-Siri D.

Harry: Professor Snape, why did you scream? It’s the middle of the night!
Snape: I’m sorry, but there’s all these anonymous feet surrounding me!
-Courtney C.

‘My hair is as slimy as a fresh pickled toad,
My misery is dark as a blackboard,
I wish it were mine,
It’s truly divine,
Head and Shoulders with added conditioner!’

Snape: Please make them go away! Before they see me crying!
Harry: What was that, Professor Snape? ’50 points to Gryffindor’?
Snape: Fine, just get them away!
-Louis R

Snape: Potter! I thought I told you not to enter my pensieve!
Harry: *Thinking to self* No wonder this is Snape’s worst memory!
Lockhart: *Singing in the background* I’m a little tea pot short and stout!
-Kylie J

Snape: Potter! Weasley! Eighty points from Gryffindor for sneaking out last Tuesday night!
Harry: *Confused* But how’d you know? We were invisible…
Snape: Just thank Eric – he put your picture up for last week’s Caption Contest!
Harry: Darn!

Snape: 50 points from Gryffindor!
Ron: What?! We didn’t do anything!
Harry: What was that for?
Snape: *Shrugs* No reason…

Harry: Green light… Red Light!
Ron: Snape! You moved, go back to the starting line!
Snape: Not fair!
-Marilyn M

Harry: Ron! It’s Snape!
Snape: *Evil glare* That’s right, Potter, and I welcome you..
Harry: …to where?
Snape: Your WORST NIGHTMARE! Mwahahahahahaha!!!
Harry: …
Snape: *still laughing* …aHaHaHa!!!
Ron: ….
Snape: *falls over* …AhAhAhA!!!!
Harry: … Can we go to dinner now?
-Eric [Staff]

Harry: But it’s not my fault, Professor Snape!
Snape: ….
Harry: She had to worry about how she’d look! And how she’d be thought of by the others! And then how I would think of her! And also what she would do if I didn’t like her! And then she had to consider everything about what people say about me!
Snape: ….
Harry: I told Hermione that it wasn’t possible! I told her Cho’s head would explode if she had to think of all of that!
Snape: So.. you’re blaming Rowling for this mess?
Harry: Exactly!
-Eric [Staff]

Albus: Ah, Mop Man! Thank you for coming so quickly!
Snape: Not a problem, where is the mess you described?
Albus: Follow those two boys.. they will lead you to the site.
Snape: Alright, *walks up Ron and Harry* where to?
Harry: Oh, and first.. we were wondering…
Snape: Yes?
Ron: Could you give us your price and the price of your leading competitors?
Chorus: HEY!
*The Hogwarts Staff and Students: Progressive Customers*
-Eric [Staff]





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Eric S.

Eric Scull joined MuggleNet in November of 2002. Since that time, he’s presided over a number of sections, including name origins and Dear Hogwarts, but none so long as the recently revived Crazy Caption Contest. Eric is a Hufflepuff who lives in Chicago and loves the outdoors.