Wednesday at Hagrid's Hut - - tag Justin
Hagrid frantically pulled down dead turkeys and moldy old smoked hams. He yanked open his cupboard doors and rooted around deep within with his huge fingers, pulling out old bags and boxes and bowls of dried up outdated potions, medicines, hedge witch cures, dried herbs, eggs, food pellets, and whatnot. His search led him to crouch down and reach under the bed where his fingers pushed around dust mice big as rats, but which also yielded up a few more old dried out remedies in moldy leather or cotton packets.
"OW!!!" he yelled as a knock at the door cause him to try to rise and thus bang his head on the bedstead. "Come in!" he hollered before he thought better of it and realized the sight of his huge mounded arse was what greeted his visitor. Huffing and struggling, Hagrid finally got turned around and simply sat on the floor.
Suddenly it was all too much and he burst into tears.
"OW!!!" he yelled as a knock at the door cause him to try to rise and thus bang his head on the bedstead. "Come in!" he hollered before he thought better of it and realized the sight of his huge mounded arse was what greeted his visitor. Huffing and struggling, Hagrid finally got turned around and simply sat on the floor.
Suddenly it was all too much and he burst into tears.