Peter:  "My hand is silver.... Why is my hand silver?"

Voldie:  "Er... don't look at me!"  *whistles*

Harry:  "ZOMG YOUR HAND IS SILVER!"  *gasps!*

Peter: "No kidding, Sherlock."

Get a load of those toenails!

Oh, and Ceddy's dead, too.

Voldie:  "Cedric is DEAD!"

Harry:  "Psh!  It's just a flesh wound!"

Voldie:  "Now you're just trying to sound like Monty Python."

Harry:  "... prove it."

Voldie:  "WHY YOU LITTLE-"

*bites him*

Wow.  That was mean.  =(

Voldie:  "GIVE ME A HIGH FIVE OR DIE!"

Harry:  "Never!  mwahhahahha!"

Voldie:  "Then prepare to feel the most painful poke of your life!"

Harry:  "ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!"

Voldie:  "Yes!  FEEL the pain!"

Harry:  "All I feel is my overbite!"

Voldie:  "Really?  ...  me too...."

Harry:  "..."

Voldie:  "... Look, we shouldn't be fighting each other.  We should be fighting the dentists who made us this way."

Harry:  "You think so?"

Voldie:  "Yes.  So... truce?"

Harry:  "... er..... no thanks?"

Voldie:  "Then prepare to die!"

*uses his totally cheesy Voldie!powers*

Harry:  "Oi!  That was a new one!  Since when did YOU get so powerful?!?!"

Voldie:  "Since I took my modeling classes, let's just say I'm more than perfect now."

Harry:  "How can I join?"

Voldie:  "YOU CAN'T!  It's MY class!"  *throws a tantrum*

Harry:  "Oh.  Well then.  And you know what?  You never WERE pretty!"  *Disapparates*

Voldie:  "Noooooooooooooo!"  *cries*

Later, at the school...

Cedric:  *sighs*  "I was just stunned.  I'm not even dead."

Harry:  "Darn it!  Why won't you die?!?!?!"

*prepares to zap him with his wand*