but the words were all wrong; [Semi-Closed]
WHO: Sirius Black, James Potter. Remus, Lily, Teddy or Harry are welcome to join in.
WHAT: One Sirius Black and One James Potter went out and caught some flying snakes. All hell has now broken loose.
WHERE: The house the Harry Potter crew is living at.
WHEN: WHATEVER THE HELL DAY IT IS. B|
It was a pain in the bloody ars to lug ths stupid things back to the hous. Thy movd around in the pillow cass, and thy wr hard to carry whn thy just kpt doing it! Damn things. If thy wrn't so damn cool, Sirius just may not hav vn bothrd.
It was a pain in the bloody arse to lug these stupid things back to the house. They moved around in the pillow cases, and they were hard to carry when they just kept doing it! Damn things. If they weren't so damn cool, Sirius just may not have even bothered.
He had assisted James in the capture, though -- even been the one to suggest it. They'd nearly gotten themselves killed by coming close to being bitten by the venomous things on numerous occasions on their mission, but it was well worth it. Ohh, yes, it was well worth it. And it would be all the better when they tamed the damn things to be their little minions.
What they would use them for, Sirius had no idea, but they'd find something.
Turning his head, Sirius glanced over his shoulder at his best friend. "Come on, Prongsie, don't want our little friends to get cold out here in this chilly weather, do we?" He grinned, hurrying his own steps as he made his way up to the front porch of their shared home, throwing open the door before promptly making his way to the living room where they could set down their price and nurse their battle wounds before they tried to tame these buggers.
WHAT: One Sirius Black and One James Potter went out and caught some flying snakes. All hell has now broken loose.
WHERE: The house the Harry Potter crew is living at.
WHEN: WHATEVER THE HELL DAY IT IS. B|
It was a pain in the bloody ars to lug ths stupid things back to the hous. Thy movd around in the pillow cass, and thy wr hard to carry whn thy just kpt doing it! Damn things. If thy wrn't so damn cool, Sirius just may not hav vn bothrd.
It was a pain in the bloody arse to lug these stupid things back to the house. They moved around in the pillow cases, and they were hard to carry when they just kept doing it! Damn things. If they weren't so damn cool, Sirius just may not have even bothered.
He had assisted James in the capture, though -- even been the one to suggest it. They'd nearly gotten themselves killed by coming close to being bitten by the venomous things on numerous occasions on their mission, but it was well worth it. Ohh, yes, it was well worth it. And it would be all the better when they tamed the damn things to be their little minions.
What they would use them for, Sirius had no idea, but they'd find something.
Turning his head, Sirius glanced over his shoulder at his best friend. "Come on, Prongsie, don't want our little friends to get cold out here in this chilly weather, do we?" He grinned, hurrying his own steps as he made his way up to the front porch of their shared home, throwing open the door before promptly making his way to the living room where they could set down their price and nurse their battle wounds before they tried to tame these buggers.