Percy, getting accosted by some random mortal via text messages.  
Mortal: You stole that phone from my freind. Give it back. 
Percy, having owned that phone for literally 5 years: New Phone, who dis?

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Jazz, Travis and Conner, laughing in the corner. 
Percy, investigated. :What are you three up to." 
Jazz, snickered. "We're pranking Voldeshorts." 
Travis, holds up unfinished howler: Any ideas?
Percy: a few. 

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Later that day. 
Howler: And better hope your nose isn't a horcrux, because gods know where that went!
Voldemort: Fiendfire!
Howler: If you were less ofamagpieyouwouldntbeinthissituation!
Howler: dies

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Later that same day
Howler: Why don't you try lying. It might grow back like Pinochio.
Voldemort: Who is sending these?
Howler: Who nose?
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Three hours later. 
Howler: Rose's are red, you got a big bald head, we really hate you, and soon you'll be dead.
XOXO The Kidemonas. 
Voldemort: Incoherent screaming.