MST of Not Quite Good Enough To Be Going On With

Authors Notes:

Roman: Guess what? Harry Potter is not ours.

Moviecrazyness: *bored look* What else is new?

Roman: The lucky one’s name is Joanne Rowling. Any info on whether she wants to sell him would be welcome.

Moviecrazyness: What the hell for? He’s not the one were interested in.

Roman: I meant the Harry Potter world as a whole

Moviecrazyness: Who are you kidding?! Severus is your only concern! Don’t tell me Dumbledore is inr plr plans too *muttering to herself* Harry Potter world as whole— ha!

Roman: The only thing YOU care about is Sirius! And only if he looks like Jim Caviezel!

Moviecrazyness: Excuse me for having good taste! At least I don’t think he looks like Joaquin Phoenix, like you do! And should I even get started on Alan Rickman?

Roman: You can’t say he doesn’t look like my Severus!

Moviecrazyness: Your Severus. Right. Hadn’t we just agreed they don’t belong to us?

Roman: Let JK Rowling go stuff herself. What they do on their spare time is none of her business. And I don’t see them complaining.

Moviecrazyness: Not that we give them a chance to. Anyway—JK, you’ll get them back when we’re finished with them. All nice, cleaned up and in the same condition we received them

Roman: *snort* Speak for yourself

Moviecrazyness: Moving swiftly on—HP is clearly not ours, and neither is the original fic ‘Not quite good enough to be going on with’, which belongs to Avocado

Roman: and is a perfectly good story, in case anyone’s wondering. The best Severus/Sirius around

Moviecrazyness: But it was begging for an MST

Roman: True.

Moviecrazyness: And since you’re quite easy to convince—

Roman: —and you don’t have a life—

Moviecrazyness: —and neither do you—

Roman: —no pressing appointments—

Moviecrazyness: —no one urging for our attention—

Roman: Are we getting crazy?

Moviecrazyness: We must be. But, then, there’s Sirius yawping at me, asking me not to harm him— much.

Roman: Then you can’t possibly be — *makes lunatic gestures at Moviecrazyness*

Roman and Moviecrazyness look at each other in silence for a moment, confront themselves with the possibility of being losing it, shudder and move on.

Moviecraziness: And in case someone cares, Avocado doesn’t know about this. No permission asked—

Roman: —None wanted. Oh, we didn’t ask for good ol’ JK’s permission either.

Moviecraziness: You don’t really think she’d give it to us. Well, both the fic and the MST are NC-17 rated

Roman: That’s R for the UK and remaining outskirts of America, I think

Moviecrazyness: And people care because?

Roman: Just thought I’d make it clear. Oh, and, yes, there’s a plot.

Moviecrazyness: To the original fic, at least

Roman: Do you mean to say our MST doesn’t live up to the original fic?

Moviecrazyness: Readers, this is Roman. She’s always like this, but she doesn’t bite.

Roman: Hard

Moviecrazyness: Remember that time when—?

Roman: *gets serious look* No one wants to know about those stories!

Moviecrazyness: No, no. Let me tell ‘em about when—

Roman: Don’t even think about it!

Movievrazyness: Then stop making me look like the prude one and move on to the fic?

Roman: Not before you ask for the flames.

Moviecrazyness: *deep sigh* Ok, people, this is what she’s talking about: we are in dire need of flames. Comments in general are welcome, but flames get preferencial treatment, because—

Roman: unanimity is boring. By the way, things like ‘You people are sick!’ are nothing but the truth, and will go straight to the central heating of the dungeons. I don’t want our boys to freeze to death.

Moviecrazyness: *wondering what she’s done wrong* Now, wouldn’t it be nice if we told them how to reach us?

Roman: We might just as well have given them something to think about, but, oh, well. I’m a very busy person. Particularly when Severus is around. I have to fight half the Slash Grievances' members to keep him by my side. My clone will be expecting you at: alessapt@yahoo.com.

Moviecrazyness: My copycat’s address is moviecrazyness@operamail.com

Roman: Can the readers just show themselves to the MST, now? What’s left?

Moviecrazyness: The dedication?

Roman: Oh, this is dedicated  basically to every maker of Slash_Grievances, but it’s really dedicated to Xandie.

Moviecrazyness: He’s to blame.

Roman: *glares at Xandie* Indeed. Now, people, off to—

Moviecrazyness: —the Moulin Rouge!

Roman: *harsh look* Ewan, again?! Would you mind giving the poor boy a break?

Moviecrazyness: *to herself* Oh, I’d break him alright...

*They both decide they’re losing it. Decidedly.*

Moviecrazyness: Ahem. The rules: no leaving in the middle—

Roman: —no buckets allowed—

Moviecrazyness: —no asking for therapy—

Roman: —that includes the authors. We’ve tried, it doesn’t work on us—

Moviecrazyness: —no readers below the mental age of 18 allowed. Physically speaking, you can be whatever the hell you want

Roman: Hmm

Moviecrazyness: Ahem. The fic.