1st wild-fire whiz-bang [voice]

[himynameisgred]

[have a splash, followed soon after by the sound of someone spitting out a mouthful of water]

…

Nothing like a nice dip after snuffing it. I feel so refreshed.

Honestly, I know George is the holy one, but is it too much to ask for a choir of angels to come round and serenade me whilst I wade in these hallowed waters?

Tasted like dung, by the

Comments

[favored_son]

What's wrong with dung?

[himynameisgred]

My palate prefers more refined delicacies, I'm afraid.

[favored_son]

I can understand that. Never cared for water filled with nuclear waste myself. Gives me heartburn.

[himynameisgred]

You know from experience, eh? Brave, brave man.

[favored_son]

Parasite. Points for recognizing my finer qualities, though.

[himynameisgred]

Excellent vocabulary for a parasite.

I'll cherish my points, and lose them spectacularly.

[favored_son]

I'm chatty. It's a character flaw.

I'm also nosy. You dead?

[himynameisgred]

Whatever gave you that idea?

[favored_son]

"Snuffed" and "choir of angels" are key words.

[himynameisgred]

An observant parasite.

[favored_son]

Handsome and intelligent, too, but let's not go on about me. I already know how amazing I am. You're new, and by extension more interesting.

[himynameisgred]

Fancy that, I'm also handsome, intelligent, and amazing.

[favored_son]

You have a name to go with that, because the acronyms I'm coming up with are awkward to say.

[himynameisgred]

The one and only Fred Weasley.

[favored_son]

Weasley, huh?

Nope. Can't say I've heard of you.

[himynameisgred]

Not yet. Give me a few days.