Potter Jokes Novels & Stories

He said, sounding shocked and hurt. He walks into the bathroom shaking his head, ten minutes later he walks out in his PJs, as I start laughing at him wearing blue Harry Potter PJs, “You weren’t joking!” I said laughing as I rolled around on my bed laughing so hard, “Oh, no you do not joke about liking Harry Potter, but please keep this to yourself that I have a set of Harry Potter PJs.” He said.

She chuckled and then broke into delighted laughter. He grinned. “You get that I’m joking?” “Well, of course you’re joking. Vomity ones.” She laughed again. “Too funny.” “Most people don’t get my jokes. Say they’re inappropriate.” He finger-quoted inappropriate. “Are they idiots?” “Arguably.” She laughed again. “A woman who gets my jokes…” His pleased little grin turned into a broad smile. “Can I buy you a coffee sometime? Or a jet?” “A jet?” She laughed until her stomach ached and she had to bend over with her hands on both knees to catch her breath. “You’re killing me.”

Vincent pov I laugh so hard my eyes water. I haven't heard anything so ridiculous and stupid in a long time. The last time someone made me laugh like that was in high school. But the look on my Beta's face can only mean how serious his question was. I wipe away my tears and straighten my posture. Like a kid trying to look serious, I clear my throat a few times before speaking up. "That was a great joke, my friend, but warn me next time before you try to say something so absurd. One of these days, I might choke on a piece of food and die. Do you want it?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

Nikolai said. "That's not fair!" Pascal pouted. Then, trying to be helpful: "I know a joke! Why did the dinosaur cross the road?" "Why?" Tiana managed to gasp out between laughs. "Because chickens weren't invented yet!" Pascal dissolved into giggles at his own joke. The innocent sound of her son's laughter only made Tiana laugh harder, this strange, broken sound that didn't feel like it belonged to her at all. "Mommy thinks my joke is really funny!" Pascal said proudly. "Tell another one! Why can't you hear a pterodactyl going to the bathroom?"

Then someone in the crowd sneered, their voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, that must be Sophia's sugar daddy. Showed up to defend her. She's not picky, is she. She'll take a guy in his fifties." The crowd erupted. Some covered their mouths, laughing. Others joined in openly. "Yeah, I heard she doesn't care about age. Maybe this old man's a regular too." The dean's expression tightened. He turned sharply toward the crowd. "All of you–shut your mouths!" He glanced at my injuries, his voice urgent.

“You have called me stupid on multiple occasions, told me I lack brain cells and what else.” “It was all a joke!” Christian defended his actions, but maybe if he never made those jokes in the first place, we wouldn’t have been here. “And I’ve never laughed, not once,” I told him. “Jokes are supposed to be funny.”

His hand also crossed and he waited for me to do what I said. I scratched my head and went back to my seat. "It was just a joke, sometimes you're a patola too," I told him and sipped my chocolate. As if I could do that. I might even break my neck or maybe my hip. And then it was a big shame in front of Auden. Never! Haha! "Patola?" His eyebrows met. Is it because he is so focused on studying that he doesn't know those words?

Bradley Fry, my CEO husband, loves bringing his friends home for meals the most. He claims that this makes them feel like an actual family. As they drink in the feast I've whipped up for everyone, one of Bradley's friends comments smilingly, "I knew that you were a virtuous one, Emily! Now this is how the legitimate wife should act!" My expression doesn't falter as I ask in a half-joking manner, "Oh? Does Bradley have a spoiled and pampered mistress by his side, then?" His friends are stunned by my question. A trace of panic crosses their eyes simultaneously. But Bradley just wraps an arm around my shoulders with a smile. "Don't listen to their nonsense, Emily. Who else is worthy as my

I let out a deep breath He continued playing with my cheeks. “Aren’t you a cute potato?” “Blake!” I shoved his hand away. “How do you even think of things like that?” He leaned back laughing so hard his shoulders shook. “But you are cute.” “Yes, but of all things… a potato? Really?” I was trying so hard not to laugh. “What’s wrong with potatoes?” he asked between laughs. “You sure love making jokes about me, huh?” I pointed at him. “Don’t worry. Enjoy today. I’ll get you back another day.”

“You scared me! Geez!” What was her name again? Piper? Pepper? “Hey! Yo momma is so ugly that if Shrek had a live action film, she wouldn’t even pass as the donkey,” I laughed out loud at my own joke while staring mockingly at the cat, as if it was Juno I was talking to and insulting directly.