Er, I wouldn't say that I'm responsible; it's more that I'm forced to do them.
Hee, Holmes/Watson!
"Clarkson, you do realise we're trying to find the gang of little highwaymen that robbed poor Harriet, not trying to stalk Richard?"
"Shut up, May, he might hear us."
"I can hear you, Jeremy; half the village can hear you. We're supposed to be keeping quiet, because in case you'd all forgotten, we still happen to be kidnappers."
"You know," said May slowly, "we should probably work on some sort of explanation for all this kidnapping business."
"Well," said Clarkson, "we could always stick with my version; that she forced her way into the car because she loves me."
"Jeremy, no-one who is actually in their right mind is going to believe that, and as I don't think that the entire police force is insane, we may have to come up with a more convincing explanation."
"Well, we could say she forced her way into the car to meet me," said Hammond, his smile returning.
"Richard, if you're going to be unhelpful, I'm going to say things that he can turn into innuendo."
He stopped smiling instantly. "Harriet, do you have any ideas that would convince your family?"
Harriet frowned. "Erm, well, I've never really... wait a second, isn't that Harry?"
And so it was Harry, emerging from a yellowstone sweet shop carrying an enormous toffee ice-cream that seemed to be overbalancing slightly on the cone. He was laughing and joking with Hermione and Ron, who carried similarly huge ice-creams which were strawberry and chocolate respectively.
May frowned. "There's a possibility that's your money they're eating."
Clarkson rubbed his hands together. "Is there going to be a fight?" He grinned unpleasantly. "Because I make love, not war." He frowned. "Actually, scratch that. I don't make love. I - "
"Unless it's shutting up, no-one cares what you do!" snapped Hammond.
Clarkon's grin was nearly as wide as he was tall. "I think there might very well be a fight," he said. "Come on, lads! And you, former-lad. And the dog."
It occurred to Clarkson that if the Trio were the Famous Five, only with no dog and no George, they were actually the Famous Five, and this meant Hammond was of course George. He was about to voice this thought when it occurred to him that a few minutes ago he had been a girl, and so therefore he might be the George of the group; and so for once, he didn't say exactly what was on his mind. And so instead, he snapped, "Well come on, what are we waiting for? Let's go and kick some wizard arse!"
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Hee, Holmes/Watson!
"Clarkson, you do realise we're trying to find the gang of little highwaymen that robbed poor Harriet, not trying to stalk Richard?"
"Shut up, May, he might hear us."
"I can hear you, Jeremy; half the village can hear you. We're supposed to be keeping quiet, because in case you'd all forgotten, we still happen to be kidnappers."
"You know," said May slowly, "we should probably work on some sort of explanation for all this kidnapping business."
"Well," said Clarkson, "we could always stick with my version; that she forced her way into the car because she loves me."
"Jeremy, no-one who is actually in their right mind is going to believe that, and as I don't think that the entire police force is insane, we may have to come up with a more convincing explanation."
"Well, we could say she forced her way into the car to meet me," said Hammond, his smile returning.
"Richard, if you're going to be unhelpful, I'm going to say things that he can turn into innuendo."
He stopped smiling instantly. "Harriet, do you have any ideas that would convince your family?"
Harriet frowned. "Erm, well, I've never really... wait a second, isn't that Harry?"
And so it was Harry, emerging from a yellowstone sweet shop carrying an enormous toffee ice-cream that seemed to be overbalancing slightly on the cone. He was laughing and joking with Hermione and Ron, who carried similarly huge ice-creams which were strawberry and chocolate respectively.
May frowned. "There's a possibility that's your money they're eating."
Clarkson rubbed his hands together. "Is there going to be a fight?" He grinned unpleasantly. "Because I make love, not war." He frowned. "Actually, scratch that. I don't make love. I - "
"Unless it's shutting up, no-one cares what you do!" snapped Hammond.
Clarkon's grin was nearly as wide as he was tall. "I think there might very well be a fight," he said. "Come on, lads! And you, former-lad. And the dog."
It occurred to Clarkson that if the Trio were the Famous Five, only with no dog and no George, they were actually the Famous Five, and this meant Hammond was of course George. He was about to voice this thought when it occurred to him that a few minutes ago he had been a girl, and so therefore he might be the George of the group; and so for once, he didn't say exactly what was on his mind. And so instead, he snapped, "Well come on, what are we waiting for? Let's go and kick some wizard arse!"