The Crossovers

Newt and Ron

Newt: Where in the bloody world are we?
Ron: Hey, you say bloody too? And you're British?
Newt: Yes.
Ron: HIGH FIVE!
Newt/Ron: *High five*

Me: *1000 miles away* Something awesome just happened.
Friend: What? Where?
Me: In the fandom world.
Friend: Oh no, not that again.
Me: STOP BEING AN UNBELIEVER YOU UNBELIEVER!

Newt: So, do you know where we are.
Ron: I dunno.
Newt: Do you think we should try to get out of here?
Ron: Nothing bad is happening...
Newt: But what if a griever appears, shuck-face? Then what do we do, stand here and klunk our shuck pants?
Ron: *Stares blankly*
Newt: Don't be such a shank.
Ron: I have no idea what you just said...
Newt: What the shuck is wrong with you, slinthead?
Ron: Should I be offended?
Newt: (-_-)
Ron: WHALE!
Newt: What?
Ron: WHALE FACE!
Newt: ...
Ron: ...
Newt: Shuck-face.
Ron: I still don't get it.
Newt: GRIEVER AT 9 O'CLOCK!
Ron: What? Somebody's sad? Where?
Newt: YOU SLINTHEAD! HIDE THERE'S A GRIEVER! *points to corner*
Ron: Oh, the squishy thing?
Newt: SQUISHY! YOU SHANK GRIEVERS WILL SLICE YOU OPEN AN EAT YOUR INSIDES FOR DINNER!
Ron: OH! In that case... *pulls out wand* I'LL HANDLE THIS!
Newt: YOU SHUCK-FACE! YOU CAN'T BEAT A GRIEVER WITH A STICK!
Ron: STICK!? MERLIN'S BEARD NO!
Newt: Then what in the bloody world is it?
Ron: A wand.
Newt: A WHAT!?

Me: *1000 miles away* GRIEVER ATTACK! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE.
Teacher: *Stares at me*
Me: I SAID RUN YOU SLINTHEADS!
Teacher: Sit down.
Me: Yes ma'am.
Teacher: Detention.
Me: Yea ma'am.
Friend: You're an idiot.
Me: Shut up, I'm not the one getting attacked by a griever.
Friend: There are no grievers.
Teacher: Double detention, the both of you.
Friend: Yes ma'am
Me: Shuck face.
Teacher: Triple detention.

Newt: DID YOU JUST SAY WAND!?
Ron: LET ME DO MY WORK! AVADA KEDAVRA!
Griever: *Dies*
Newt: Bloody *BEEP*
Ron: Yeah. Don't underestimate me.
Newt: Point taken.
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Ron: So...I'm going to go...
Newt: NO!
Ron: Why?
Newt: I could use a guy like you, knocking down bloody grievers with one flick of your buggin' wand.
Ron: Listen, I should probably go back to Hogwarts...
Newt: Hogwarts? What's that?
Ron: Um, a wizarding school.
Newt: Do I get a wand?
Ron: If you go to a wand shop...
Newt: Okay! Let's go!
Ron: Um, British guy? Or whatever your name is?
Newt: Yes?
Ron: You're a muggle.
Newt: What's that supposed to mean?
Ron: It means, you can't go to Hogwarts.
Newt: ...
Ron: ...
Newt: I DONT GIVE A *BEEP* WHAT YOU THINK I'M GOING TO HOGWARTS!
Ron: NUUUUUUUUU!