pants to match

GOD. Where to begin? Rather than the fact that I've been rolling around in laughter.

My favourite parts were something like...these:

“Sorry,” he mumbled, tucking it into his trouser pocket again.

“That’s Justin Timberlake!” Seamus rushed out, waving his arms over his head. “Justin Timberlake.”

Ron gazed at him blandly for a few moments, then nodded. “Right. I’ll be over by the food.”

Seamus must've been brilliant!

Poor Neville and JC.

RON and Joe eating were adorable like hell! Reminded me of Shaggy and Scooby-Doo. *snort*

Harry was just great:

“Let’s see your arse, then,” Harry said gruffly, folding his arms over his chest, cracking a small, smug grin when the blond visibly tripped over his words. Ha! Weren’t expecting that tactic were you, Mr. Lance Bass?

It’d happened before, once, when he’d woken up in Blaise Zabini’s bed naked, wearing a cat mask and covered in raspberry jam – but that story was for another time.

Really want to hear that story.

*squee* you turned Justin into a SHEEP! And he was saying MEEHHHH!!! YAY! I really love you now, Pretty Sparkly Ruler Of The Pretty Boys Of Sparklines!

“Yes,” he commented earnestly, nodding back at her, “and I’m completely straight, too.”

Chris guffawed loudly, spitting out a swallow of his drink. “Right, C. Sure.”

And that was what topped the cake. Brilliant.

At least it wasn’t as bad as when Harry’d gotten himself trapped inside a time-loop for six days with Malfoy, a set of gobstones, two lengths of hemp rope, and three litres of chocolate milk.

Another Harry!Story I want to hear.

You make the best crackfic.