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Arr, swashbucklathon be open ferr pillagin'! Not that me fic be ready, but I be, you know, workin on it.

Today I did no work except for English. I had a double free period in the morning and a single in the afternoon, drama in the computer room reading extremely bizarre folk-tales about foxes, and my math teacher was away, so Mel and I spent a whole period making Potter Puppet Pals.

Yep, these little guys. Mel printed them, we cut them out and stuck little paper finger-rings onto them. We then proceeded to walk out of our class, to which no teacher had been assigned, and find Diana's classroom, where we staged an impromptu puppet show in the window until she looked up. Unfortunately we also alerted the atention of her teacher, and were forced to duck out of sight and then run away giggling.

We put Clothed!Dumbledore and Naked!Dumbledore on the same finger ring so we could just sort of flip him around going "Naked time!"

Yup, we're geeks. And to further cement this notion: an even which heralds the end of the universe - I made up a math joke. It's a very bad math joke, but considering my hitherto abusive relationship with the subject... well, Armaggeddon Be Nigh, is all.

Alright, here it is:

Ahem.

The Fundamentalist Theorem of Calculus...
...likes straight lines better.

*hides*