We're not all as blinding talented as you are, mate. My shrinking potions tend to make things explode, instead of get smaller. Exact measuring? What's that?
You're simply jealous of my dairily fermented wealth. I've got plenty if you want any. There's that scrumptious halloumi still up for grabs. But you strike me as more of a swiss man, yourself.
I do have brie! No Belgian yoghurt, I'm sorry. But I think I can stand to share with you. Just don't go making it well known I'm actually giving out cheese.
The only thing that would make this symphony of taste even better would be some hard salami. Nothing goes with cheese like hard salami.
And since we're going to be spending some much needed quality time together, could you find it in your heart to give me a hand with my homework? I shall be forever in your debt. Or at least the next ten to fifteen minutes.
I will still give you cheese, even if you don't help me. That's the sort of friend I am.
Aw...you know I love you at least marginally more then cheese. Though you might have to specify what sort. Kidding! I'll make no more public declarations of love.
Then I shall save my extolments of your many charms, talents and virtues until we are in the privacy of our own dorm!
I'm stuck on theory at the moment. Something about the variables of catalysts...seriously, Severus, this assingment may as well have been written in ancient Somolian, for all I can make sense of it. Stupid class.
Catalysts vary in the same way cheese varies. You can't treat laced swiss as you would manouri when you're cooking. It would be a disaster. In the same way, catalysts serve different purrposes depending on what potion you're attempting.
Mix them with different things you get different results? That would be the definition for us berks who haven't a thought in their head when it comes to the fine art of potions making.
I suppose I should now actually open this text book my father bought me. It makes a horrible doorstop. And I imagine it has some examples of catalysts. It might even tell me what they do!
They did not include watching you mix things into other things to see what cheese it makes, but then, life is strange. Who knew that's how the evening would seemingly end?
Also, am I to gather that you have yet to even open the text?
And the waxing poetic regarding the cheese samples is entirely unnecessary. I assure you, everyone in Hogwarts can smell it.
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You're simply jealous of my dairily fermented wealth. I've got plenty if you want any. There's that scrumptious halloumi still up for grabs. But you strike me as more of a swiss man, yourself.
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The only thing that would make this symphony of taste even better would be some hard salami. Nothing goes with cheese like hard salami.
And since we're going to be spending some much needed quality time together, could you find it in your heart to give me a hand with my homework? I shall be forever in your debt. Or at least the next ten to fifteen minutes.
Please? I love you...
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I shall agree only if you promise to stop declaring your love to me. I do not like being in the same category of amorous advance as is cheese.
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Aw...you know I love you at least marginally more then cheese. Though you might have to specify what sort. Kidding! I'll make no more public declarations of love.
How about private ones?
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What potion, exactly, is giving you trouble?
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I'm stuck on theory at the moment. Something about the variables of catalysts...seriously, Severus, this assingment may as well have been written in ancient Somolian, for all I can make sense of it. Stupid class.
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Do you see?
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I suppose I should now actually open this text book my father bought me. It makes a horrible doorstop. And I imagine it has some examples of catalysts. It might even tell me what they do!
What are your plans tonight, anyway?
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Also, am I to gather that you have yet to even open the text?
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I opened it! I had to put my name in the inside cover, didn't I? Can't do that with the book closed.
Can you?
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