Potter Jokes Novels & Stories

She exclaimed with a look of exaggerated surprise. Zavian sighed heavily, impatience clear in his tone. "What now?" Emmeline pursed her lips, trying and failing to suppress her laughter. "Why haven't I noticed until now that you look like Harry Potter?" She burst into a fit of giggles then, hugging her midsection. "Zavian Potter!" she crowed gleefully, tipping her head back. Her laughter echoed through the office. Zavian simply stared at her in bemused silence as she continued to dissolve into hysterics over her silly joke.

I pretend to think about his question placing my hand on my chin and looking up at the sky as I swirl around in my chair. “I doubt, I’m not really a big fan of keeping the devil that close as a pet” Harry seemed to find this very funny as he couldn’t stop laughing, I stared at him. Just laughing for a little before I joined in with a slight giggles. It was actually quite reliving. “What’s so funny?”

The crowd covered their ears as they stared at him. "Now let's play daddy jokes." He started, his voice changing immediately from that of a serious business man's to that of a cocky child's. "What do you call a soup made with Lion?" He asked, grinning with expectation and when the hall was silent, began to laugh hysterically, clapping his hands and pointing at everyone. "King of soups!" He shouted to everyone's dismay and immediately, the shuttle sounds from the cameras increased, every media outlet capturing and recording as much as they could.

I asked, getting irritated by their insipid jokes. “What slave girl are you talking about? The one who appears to be the group leader said. “Have you been smoking weed” another asked. “You look like you need help” the skinny one added. “Stop it!” I screamed at the four of them, I was getting frustrated with their stupid pranks. Are they trying to drive me nuts, what was with all the clownish attitude?

Clutch asked. My head was pounding so hard from last night’s partying, I’d momentarily forgotten about the mouse under my eye, and who’d given it to me. “That’s strange,” I said, before pausing. “What’s that?” “I don’t remember one of the books I sent you while you were locked up being a joke book,” I replied. “Here’s a joke for you. Knock, knock…” “Who’s there?” “Go fuck yourself,” he said, before putting his helmet on.

he says after a few minutes, tapping his fingers lightly on the steering wheel, “I’m really good at cheering people up. You wanna let me try?” “I don’t think anything is going to fix how I feel right now, Jack.” “Challenge accepted.” He grins, turning to look at me briefly. “Okay. What do you call a fish wearing a bowtie?” I raise an eyebrow. “What?” “Sofishticated.” I burst out laughing, shaking my head. It was so stupid and so terrible, but it worked. “See?” He laughs, clearly proud of himself. “Told you I’m magic. One bad joke and you’re already smiling.”

Forgot to tell you sooner. He had sent me messages almost three hours ago. I smile and reply. Me: That’s Ok! Sorry I didn't answer you sooner. I didn’t feel like attending, so I skipped. As we reach home, I behold myself to receive some lame one-liner about skipping classes. Some of his jokes are funny, but sometimes these are so stupid it makes me chuckle, wondering why does he even bother? “Did you know that a waffle on a California beach is called a Sandy Eggo?” He had tried this joke last evening.

Abel got off from my laps quickly, running towards mom and hugging her legs. "Did you enjoyed reading with Vanessa?" Mom asked while ruffling Abel's hair that made him giggle. "Yep I did, she even makes faces and voices,s and what's Potterhead?" Abel's questioned looking at mom with his little finger on his nose, which made me giggle. "Well, Potterhead are people who love harry potter and his adventure" I explained to the little boy whose face went 'O' after knowing the meaning. "Then I'm a potter hair too" Abel squeaked in happiness raising his hands in the air.

His shoulders were shaking erratically and he could barely breathe for laughter. I watched his sputtering laugh for about five minutes until I spoke, "If you bang that thing anymore I'm afraid it'll get pregnant." And all the three of them stopped dead in their tracks to look at me, agape. "What! Now I can't even make a joke!?" I deadpanned and Reuben was on again with his next round of unstoppable titters. "...(heavy breathing)...Ahem! That was entertaining. Never knew there existed a being enabling of shutting Lexter off." He mouthed in an amused tone.

This is so fucking annoying. *************** NIGHT HOURS..... FUN FAIR CENTER.... "Oh my goodness," Imogen squealed, laughing very hard. I shook my head as I ate my ice-cream. We are both at the almost filled-up fun fair, walking around and telling jokes. Like the joke from this morning at the stupid perfume mall. "That man is a moron." "Indeed," I agreed. "He actually thought you were recording him." "He was so gullible. I had fun playing with him. I doubt if he will do that again to another girl," I said.