Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction / Psych Fan Fiction ❯ Don't Drink The Skele-Gro ❯ 40. Rated ( Chapter 88 )

I blame Shawn's comment to Nick on the Famous Last Words on GameWyrd. Those are way too amusing.

 

Gus stared at his friend incredulously. “Really?”

 

Shawn stared back. “The whole concept is overrated. They don't exist.”

 

“But what about Nick?” The salesman took a moment to flail his arm in the general direction of the Gryffindor ghost. “You can make pigs fly, but you still don't believe in ghosts? There's one right there.”

 

The psychic rolled his eyes. “Obviously he's fake. I'll prove it to you.” With that, Shawn marched over to Nick. “I disbelieve,” he claimed decisively upon receiving the ghost's attention.

 

Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington had only a few moments to express his confusion before Peeves barreled into him, cackling in impish glee. There was the squelching sound of wet flesh separating and the ghost's head fell onto his shoulders, connected to his neck by a thin piece of skin.

 

Shawn and Gus screamed.

 

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