Erm, I seem to be dragging this out a bit, because I like writing it far too much.
Hammond sighed a huffy sigh.
May frowned disapprovingly. "Richard, you do realise we can't keep them this way forever; Harriet has a family, who are most probably very worried about her by now. And anyway, if we get Jeremy back to normal, you can kill him without worrying about the guilt."
Richard grinned slightly. "May, you always know just what to say to make me feel better."
Jeremy's horrible horrible grin was back, yet again. "Well, Hammond, I know just what to do to-"
"Annoy the hell out of me?"
"Oh, Hammond, we're finishing each other's sentences; we're like a couple already."
Richard clenched his fists. "Not. One. More. Word."
James raised his eyebrows. "Ah, I see."
"Well," said Ron, "this is all very romantic ("No it isn't!" cried Hammond) and that, but what's this plan you keep going on about?"
"You promised not to help us!" Hammond said, looking very annoyed.
Hermione shrugged. "I didn't promise. And no offence, but I'm better at magic than Ron anyway."
"None taken," said Ron. "You stink at Quidditch, and that's what's important."
Hammond looked slightly homicidal. "What about you, Pot-boy? Will you be helping Clarkson get himself murdered?"
Harry frowned. "It depends what exactly you expect me to do."
"Well, I'd like you to kill Clarkson, but I'm presuming you don't want to do that."
Hermione shrugged. "Oh, I don't know."
May stepped in. "I think you should return Jeremy and Harriet to their rightful bodies."
(Well, I'm making some progress, at least. They finally know the plan, huzzah!)
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Erm, I seem to be dragging this out a bit, because I like writing it far too much.
Hammond sighed a huffy sigh.
May frowned disapprovingly. "Richard, you do realise we can't keep them this way forever; Harriet has a family, who are most probably very worried about her by now. And anyway, if we get Jeremy back to normal, you can kill him without worrying about the guilt."
Richard grinned slightly. "May, you always know just what to say to make me feel better."
Jeremy's horrible horrible grin was back, yet again. "Well, Hammond, I know just what to do to-"
"Annoy the hell out of me?"
"Oh, Hammond, we're finishing each other's sentences; we're like a couple already."
Richard clenched his fists. "Not. One. More. Word."
James raised his eyebrows. "Ah, I see."
"Well," said Ron, "this is all very romantic ("No it isn't!" cried Hammond) and that, but what's this plan you keep going on about?"
"You promised not to help us!" Hammond said, looking very annoyed.
Hermione shrugged. "I didn't promise. And no offence, but I'm better at magic than Ron anyway."
"None taken," said Ron. "You stink at Quidditch, and that's what's important."
Hammond looked slightly homicidal. "What about you, Pot-boy? Will you be helping Clarkson get himself murdered?"
Harry frowned. "It depends what exactly you expect me to do."
"Well, I'd like you to kill Clarkson, but I'm presuming you don't want to do that."
Hermione shrugged. "Oh, I don't know."
May stepped in. "I think you should return Jeremy and Harriet to their rightful bodies."
(Well, I'm making some progress, at least. They finally know the plan, huzzah!)