Spoilers. If that matters to you, hurry up and read the book already
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I haven't gotten through them all, but I'm ever so amused.
Dumbledore's death in the style of Enid Blyton
"Oh, dash it!" cried Hermione. "Dumbledore's gone and got himself killed. What rotten luck! That'll spoil our hols."
"I jolly well don't see why," grumbled Ron. "Perhaps they'll shut school early, and we can go and have another one of our marvellous adventures. On bikes," he added wistfully.
"Be quiet, you two," said Harry, looking cross. He sighed. "It's just too bad we didn't manage to stop it. If only we'd called a policeman when we saw that suspicious, swarthy, robed creature in the village, the one with a scythe and a fist full of lightning bolts. I just knew there was something queer about him."
"Never mind, Harry," said Hermione in a soothing voice. She put a helpful hand on his arm. "There's nothing we could have done. It was necessary to the plot, that's all." Strangely, this didn't seem to help. Harry looked even more upset, and bashed the ground with a stick.
"I say," interrupted Neville Longbottom cheerfully. "I just got a hamper full of scrumptious cream-cakes, by express owl. Want one, anybody?"
"Rather!" chorused the others, and they all tucked in, even Harry. It was going to be a super summer after all!
Jolisa Gracewood
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I love people. They're ever so clever.
I haven't gotten through them all, but I'm ever so amused.
Dumbledore's death in the style of Enid Blyton
"Oh, dash it!" cried Hermione. "Dumbledore's gone and got himself killed. What rotten luck! That'll spoil our hols."
"I jolly well don't see why," grumbled Ron. "Perhaps they'll shut school early, and we can go and have another one of our marvellous adventures. On bikes," he added wistfully.
"Be quiet, you two," said Harry, looking cross. He sighed. "It's just too bad we didn't manage to stop it. If only we'd called a policeman when we saw that suspicious, swarthy, robed creature in the village, the one with a scythe and a fist full of lightning bolts. I just knew there was something queer about him."
"Never mind, Harry," said Hermione in a soothing voice. She put a helpful hand on his arm. "There's nothing we could have done. It was necessary to the plot, that's all." Strangely, this didn't seem to help. Harry looked even more upset, and bashed the ground with a stick.
"I say," interrupted Neville Longbottom cheerfully. "I just got a hamper full of scrumptious cream-cakes, by express owl. Want one, anybody?"
"Rather!" chorused the others, and they all tucked in, even Harry. It was going to be a super summer after all!
Jolisa Gracewood
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I love people. They're ever so clever.