Into the Devil's Snare
It wasn't enough that I allowed myself to be degraded into taking a position in a fake army that was Less than Captain, no matter how much I insisted on the upgrade. But after having been dragged through hell and back, chased, mislead, attacked, startled, cold, wet, and finally lost and found - by myself - again, I have only one thing to say:
HARRY POTTER YOU PANSY ASS RAT BASTARD WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU GONE TO?!?
So we set off to destroy the Sorting Hat at Mount Doom in the Ravenclaw Chasm after separating from Colin. Things were fine at first. Neither I nor Harry knew exactly where the Ravenclaw dorm was, but we were determined and experts at exploring the castle. I tried valiantly to keep the moral up with spirited conversation, however when one's companion does little more then grunt or YELL, such a task is indeed difficult. When we were done shouting, we were informed of a secret passageway to Ravenclaw via the Greenhouse, and headed there towards the break in.
ONLY TO BE ATTACKED BY A GIANT MAN EATING PLANT.
I feinted left, Potter dove right, the plant was a shaking mound of singing DEATH. It snatched Potter with a vine, held him over the gaping maw! I wanted to close my eyes against the horror but I could only watch in shock and morbid awe as it began to devour the Gryffindor screaming head first! My adrenaline was pumping, I hunted the dim light for a weapon to use! I found an antique potting shovel from the sixteen hundreds! I stabbed at the stem of the voracious flora and grabbed the still dancing flailing feet of Potter and pulled with all of my might!
POP! He came free like a cork from a champagne bottle! With the fronds of the plant shooting out at us in fury, we ran for the only exit available -- the path outside and directly into the forbidden forest!
I'm not sure how long we were running for, but when it started to rain, we decided to stop and take stock. Lost again, we agreed to try and fashion some sort of lean-to for protection against the elements - though I will admit to a mild aversion to going near the plants needed to create the small structure.
Just as we were settling down underneath the lean-to, wet, exhausted, cold and still in possession of the accursed hat, a low hideous mrowling came from a shadow through the rain. I looked up, and saw a pair of great yellow eyes the likes of which I'd never seen before. I shoved Potter out from under the lean-to and yelled at him to run before tearing off the other way - hoping to lose the beast in the split up.
I ran til my legs burned, I ran til my lungs felt near to bursting. I ran until my sides were bent double in a stitch, and the steps of the castle finally scraped my knees.
Tired, beaten, and unbearable soggy, I have finally made it back to the Castle.
So Potter, wherever the hell you are:
1) I hope you died.
2) If you haven't died, what the hell are we doing about the damned hat?
3) Don't think this gets you out of our date.
HARRY POTTER YOU PANSY ASS RAT BASTARD WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU GONE TO?!?
So we set off to destroy the Sorting Hat at Mount Doom in the Ravenclaw Chasm after separating from Colin. Things were fine at first. Neither I nor Harry knew exactly where the Ravenclaw dorm was, but we were determined and experts at exploring the castle. I tried valiantly to keep the moral up with spirited conversation, however when one's companion does little more then grunt or YELL, such a task is indeed difficult. When we were done shouting, we were informed of a secret passageway to Ravenclaw via the Greenhouse, and headed there towards the break in.
ONLY TO BE ATTACKED BY A GIANT MAN EATING PLANT.
I feinted left, Potter dove right, the plant was a shaking mound of singing DEATH. It snatched Potter with a vine, held him over the gaping maw! I wanted to close my eyes against the horror but I could only watch in shock and morbid awe as it began to devour the Gryffindor screaming head first! My adrenaline was pumping, I hunted the dim light for a weapon to use! I found an antique potting shovel from the sixteen hundreds! I stabbed at the stem of the voracious flora and grabbed the still dancing flailing feet of Potter and pulled with all of my might!
POP! He came free like a cork from a champagne bottle! With the fronds of the plant shooting out at us in fury, we ran for the only exit available -- the path outside and directly into the forbidden forest!
I'm not sure how long we were running for, but when it started to rain, we decided to stop and take stock. Lost again, we agreed to try and fashion some sort of lean-to for protection against the elements - though I will admit to a mild aversion to going near the plants needed to create the small structure.
Just as we were settling down underneath the lean-to, wet, exhausted, cold and still in possession of the accursed hat, a low hideous mrowling came from a shadow through the rain. I looked up, and saw a pair of great yellow eyes the likes of which I'd never seen before. I shoved Potter out from under the lean-to and yelled at him to run before tearing off the other way - hoping to lose the beast in the split up.
I ran til my legs burned, I ran til my lungs felt near to bursting. I ran until my sides were bent double in a stitch, and the steps of the castle finally scraped my knees.
Tired, beaten, and unbearable soggy, I have finally made it back to the Castle.
So Potter, wherever the hell you are:
1) I hope you died.
2) If you haven't died, what the hell are we doing about the damned hat?
3) Don't think this gets you out of our date.