also 38thdoe just had a kid, so odds of him playing are very low.
I'll sign because I want to be magic number 30
Man sometimes I just gotta at people cuz I was thinkin about them. Way back when I was a wee pup on a big ol world of phalla and these pillars of the community were swinging they dicks around like woah.
Well bless my nippers!' cries Harry. 'Bless them all day long.'
He stands in awe of the steaming engine, the train that shall propel him to the stage that he was born for, the Hogwarts Express.
Chapter 10
As the Hogwarts Express drags along the countryside, all the kids' hearts race in time with the engine. The scene is so beautiful that the landscape is literally peppered with painters working out masterpiece after masterpiece.
Ronnie the Weasel shows up and makes his grand entrance to share the compartment with Harry. The proud lad remembers Harry from the platform and takes a seat. In the introductions, Ron is struck with a face almost sacred when Harry introduces himself as the H. P. The scar is called into question. It is shown, and it is wicked.
The food service wench appears. Ron, obviously from a family whose money is spread thinly over a vast volume of loin product, cannot buy a thing. But the newly-minted Monopoly champ H. P. flashes some coin, and the new friends celebrate over a pile of cakes, and frogs, and nipples of Witchy Venus, and rats, and chocospells, and fruitnuts. You know, wizardly fodder, the same kind of junky food you and I would wallow our mouths upon if we were in Harry and Ron's place.
Ron, Ron loves Twizzlers.
They talk over the syllabus and what's to be demanded of them at Hogwarts.
Ronnie tells Harry that he is a pot-of-coffee-by-day, bottle-of-wine-by-night type of guy.
Harry says, 'Triple that, and you got me.'
They laugh a congenial laugh and both of them realise that they are instant friends, friends forever.
Just as Ron is about to produce yellow pillows, a spell he has learned at home, pillows of gold, he and Harry are interrupted by a horrible creature that is noisily and slowly making its way down the hall and finally appears in the doorway. Only upon closer examination do Ronnie and H. P. realise that this thing is a girl looking for somebody's frog. Her hair seems to be made up of hair-follicle-sized serpents. A pre-pubescent Medusa. She demands that Ron finish his spell, but, by mere proximity to such a wretched creature, Ron cannot concentrate, and almost kills his rat instead of producing pillows of gold. She tries to degrade Ron, but only looks stupid. Knowing that these boys obviously hate her filthy guts, she sits down and repairs Harry's glasses with a pretty cool spell. The boys have to admit that this creature posing as a humanoid has some chops. Definitely some chops, indeed. Only after the spell does she recognise our H. P. for who he is.
She intros herself as Harmony and begs Ronnie of his name, but he only growls and smacks in her direction. This prompts her to leave, and, as a last ditch effort to please, she informs Ronnie of his chocolatey nose. As if he did not know.
Chapter 11
Finally, the moment of truth! The God Wheel of Fate has stopped for all these kiddies on Yes, Yes In-Fucking-Deed, You Will Be a Wizard! And this moment is the first in a series of moments that, no matter what feelings those moments embody, Yes, Yes is still the answer. Yes to life, and Yes to magic!
Just look at their faces, look at their auras. They are aglow.
Dear readers, imagine a music that describes a nocturnal, heavenly Yes as the children float on the black, still waters, boating up to the castle of Hogwarts School. Harry knows straightaway that this will be a place where he shall surely brandish his wand valiantly. He knows in his heart that this is a stage where he will conjure and conquer the world with his ungodly charisma points. Harry trembles and steadies himself in the reassuring, pasty presence of Ron the Bear. This moment of Yes consumes our Harry. He feels here that he is the thing of stories. And, for this, he nearly weeps a frenzy of weeps.
The kids make a formation up to the school's entrance. They file up the main staircase and are met by none other than Professor Hardcastle McCormick, rasping her fingerbones in withering patience as the children gather beneath her on the frontmost staircase.
She speaks about the school and explains that the class here, now, will be divided into four different, competitive schools. Her voice is chilling, like a piano made of frozen Windex. Her eyes float like smears of fish scales on her candle wax stump of a head. She goes on to describe the systems of points and demerits, house cup, et cetera. Snoozers. All the kids are too tired to listen. The professor drones on in a dead parade about different alumni that everyone should remember, but is interrupted by a child named Upfish, who finally finds his frog. A victory for Upfish! but a staggering loss of control for Hardcastle.
Clearly not knowing how to pull it back together, Hardcastle takes her leave. A dreadful kid with sunburned hair notices Harry somehow, and calls him out in front of everybody. The murmurs begin.
Like a cowboy, he saunters up to get a closer look at our H. P. He intros himself as Mouthoil, and, of course, Ronnie busts up at this. The rich little bastard starts throwing class trash about Ronnie the Bear's hard-earning family being poor and rabbit-like. Of course, he goes for the Shame Spell.
But H. P. gets Ronnie's back by issuing forth a comment or two so deft I cannot even start to reproduce them here. This trumping does wonders for Harry's initial cred here at Hogwarts.
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Ah, staying alive! You'd like to know about potions!
also 38thdoe just had a kid, so odds of him playing are very low.
I'll sign because I want to be magic number 30
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Well bless my nippers!' cries Harry. 'Bless them all day long.'
He stands in awe of the steaming engine, the train that shall propel him to the stage that he was born for, the Hogwarts Express.
Chapter 10
As the Hogwarts Express drags along the countryside, all the kids' hearts race in time with the engine. The scene is so beautiful that the landscape is literally peppered with painters working out masterpiece after masterpiece.
Ronnie the Weasel shows up and makes his grand entrance to share the compartment with Harry. The proud lad remembers Harry from the platform and takes a seat. In the introductions, Ron is struck with a face almost sacred when Harry introduces himself as the H. P. The scar is called into question. It is shown, and it is wicked.
The food service wench appears. Ron, obviously from a family whose money is spread thinly over a vast volume of loin product, cannot buy a thing. But the newly-minted Monopoly champ H. P. flashes some coin, and the new friends celebrate over a pile of cakes, and frogs, and nipples of Witchy Venus, and rats, and chocospells, and fruitnuts. You know, wizardly fodder, the same kind of junky food you and I would wallow our mouths upon if we were in Harry and Ron's place.
Ron, Ron loves Twizzlers.
They talk over the syllabus and what's to be demanded of them at Hogwarts.
Ronnie tells Harry that he is a pot-of-coffee-by-day, bottle-of-wine-by-night type of guy.
Harry says, 'Triple that, and you got me.'
They laugh a congenial laugh and both of them realise that they are instant friends, friends forever.
Just as Ron is about to produce yellow pillows, a spell he has learned at home, pillows of gold, he and Harry are interrupted by a horrible creature that is noisily and slowly making its way down the hall and finally appears in the doorway. Only upon closer examination do Ronnie and H. P. realise that this thing is a girl looking for somebody's frog. Her hair seems to be made up of hair-follicle-sized serpents. A pre-pubescent Medusa. She demands that Ron finish his spell, but, by mere proximity to such a wretched creature, Ron cannot concentrate, and almost kills his rat instead of producing pillows of gold. She tries to degrade Ron, but only looks stupid. Knowing that these boys obviously hate her filthy guts, she sits down and repairs Harry's glasses with a pretty cool spell. The boys have to admit that this creature posing as a humanoid has some chops. Definitely some chops, indeed. Only after the spell does she recognise our H. P. for who he is.
She intros herself as Harmony and begs Ronnie of his name, but he only growls and smacks in her direction. This prompts her to leave, and, as a last ditch effort to please, she informs Ronnie of his chocolatey nose. As if he did not know.
Chapter 11
Finally, the moment of truth! The God Wheel of Fate has stopped for all these kiddies on Yes, Yes In-Fucking-Deed, You Will Be a Wizard! And this moment is the first in a series of moments that, no matter what feelings those moments embody, Yes, Yes is still the answer. Yes to life, and Yes to magic!
Just look at their faces, look at their auras. They are aglow.
Dear readers, imagine a music that describes a nocturnal, heavenly Yes as the children float on the black, still waters, boating up to the castle of Hogwarts School. Harry knows straightaway that this will be a place where he shall surely brandish his wand valiantly. He knows in his heart that this is a stage where he will conjure and conquer the world with his ungodly charisma points. Harry trembles and steadies himself in the reassuring, pasty presence of Ron the Bear. This moment of Yes consumes our Harry. He feels here that he is the thing of stories. And, for this, he nearly weeps a frenzy of weeps.
The kids make a formation up to the school's entrance. They file up the main staircase and are met by none other than Professor Hardcastle McCormick, rasping her fingerbones in withering patience as the children gather beneath her on the frontmost staircase.
She speaks about the school and explains that the class here, now, will be divided into four different, competitive schools. Her voice is chilling, like a piano made of frozen Windex. Her eyes float like smears of fish scales on her candle wax stump of a head. She goes on to describe the systems of points and demerits, house cup, et cetera. Snoozers. All the kids are too tired to listen. The professor drones on in a dead parade about different alumni that everyone should remember, but is interrupted by a child named Upfish, who finally finds his frog. A victory for Upfish! but a staggering loss of control for Hardcastle.
Clearly not knowing how to pull it back together, Hardcastle takes her leave. A dreadful kid with sunburned hair notices Harry somehow, and calls him out in front of everybody. The murmurs begin.
Like a cowboy, he saunters up to get a closer look at our H. P. He intros himself as Mouthoil, and, of course, Ronnie busts up at this. The rich little bastard starts throwing class trash about Ronnie the Bear's hard-earning family being poor and rabbit-like. Of course, he goes for the Shame Spell.
But H. P. gets Ronnie's back by issuing forth a comment or two so deft I cannot even start to reproduce them here. This trumping does wonders for Harry's initial cred here at Hogwarts.
All PM's are out and Day 1 has begun! It will end tomorrow (Wednesday) at 11PM EST. If you have not received a PM, please let me know privately as soon as possible.
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I should look up to see who it was who started that stupid bandwagon because I misspelled desk ridder's name
In my mind canon, I'm reading that last part as spoken by Dave Chappelle as Rick James
edit: my mind canon variation is also cruder
Yeah.
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The entire xmas phalla I sat there and it seemed my ability didnt work on anyone I used it on.
From the Desk of Darth Vertroue Diplomat to the USA.
From the Desk of Darth Vertroue Diplomat to the USA.
Now I will have to bury it
IN
YOUR
FACE!!!!!