Ambush.
Tellingly, Potter has been casting forlorn glances toward my desk of late, so I decided to surprise his kinky arse by posing innocently and filling out an unnecessary stack of paperwork in nothing but a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Not that he deserved it, as he recently allowed my supply of bacon to wither into nothingness and, in the process, risked my very life. I'm not sure Potter actually realized I was naked from the waist down straight away. Frankly, I've no idea why he gets so excited over a bit of forearm, but I suppose he could make the same remark about my pork addiction.
It's been unusually warm, which has shot my concentration to bollocks. I don't see how I'm going to complete everything I need to by the time this idiotic fundraiser rolls around, in which case my ineptitude shall be on display for all to see. And mock. And anyway, speaking of bollocks and failure, I dropped a half-peeled plate of orange wedges on the floor just this morning (this is why I oughtn't bother trying to do anything that involves the preparation of food), muttered what I thought to be a relatively tame curse, only to find Lambchop repeating the word over and over while cackling, to the delight of his sidekick. I haven't heard the word bollocks so many times in quick succession since the Quidditch change rooms at Hogwarts.
I certainly showed them, however, because neither of them received any oranges. Justice. Juicetice. Orange juicetice.
Perhaps I need a hobby.
It's been unusually warm, which has shot my concentration to bollocks. I don't see how I'm going to complete everything I need to by the time this idiotic fundraiser rolls around, in which case my ineptitude shall be on display for all to see. And mock. And anyway, speaking of bollocks and failure, I dropped a half-peeled plate of orange wedges on the floor just this morning (this is why I oughtn't bother trying to do anything that involves the preparation of food), muttered what I thought to be a relatively tame curse, only to find Lambchop repeating the word over and over while cackling, to the delight of his sidekick. I haven't heard the word bollocks so many times in quick succession since the Quidditch change rooms at Hogwarts.
I certainly showed them, however, because neither of them received any oranges. Justice. Juicetice. Orange juicetice.
Perhaps I need a hobby.