Kinda sorta HP fic i don't even know
So. Uh. I appear to have just written Harry Potter fanfiction on my cousin's facebook wall. Because apparently that's the sort of thing I do now.
My Cousin:
lol here's a random thought: Ron Weasley had a crush on Madame Rosmerta, the barmaid of the Three Broomsticks. Isn't it a little creepy that he and Hermione named their daughter Rose?
No? ok then :P
My reply (for some reason):
“You know what, Ron? Fine. Fine. We’ll name our daughter after the fit barmaid from Honeydukes-” Ron let out a drunken whoop, “- and the next one can be named after a ridiculous crush of *mine*. How does that sound?”
“Perfect,” Ron said, and Hermione let out a frustrated groan and left him to it.
By the time Hugo was on the way, Ron had pretty much forgotten about that night. When people asked about the name they’d picked, he cheerfully told them it was just one that they both happened to really like.
Hermione let him think that. She was having a wonderful pregnancy; she finally had time to sit through all 9000 hours of Lord of the Rings DVD extras and the Matrix Trilogy Ultimate Collection had just been released on Blu Ray.
All was well.
(I blame the 2600 words of completely self indulgent and ridiculous Shadow of the Templar fic I stayed up till 2am writing last night, tbh)
My Cousin:
lol here's a random thought: Ron Weasley had a crush on Madame Rosmerta, the barmaid of the Three Broomsticks. Isn't it a little creepy that he and Hermione named their daughter Rose?
No? ok then :P
My reply (for some reason):
“You know what, Ron? Fine. Fine. We’ll name our daughter after the fit barmaid from Honeydukes-” Ron let out a drunken whoop, “- and the next one can be named after a ridiculous crush of *mine*. How does that sound?”
“Perfect,” Ron said, and Hermione let out a frustrated groan and left him to it.
By the time Hugo was on the way, Ron had pretty much forgotten about that night. When people asked about the name they’d picked, he cheerfully told them it was just one that they both happened to really like.
Hermione let him think that. She was having a wonderful pregnancy; she finally had time to sit through all 9000 hours of Lord of the Rings DVD extras and the Matrix Trilogy Ultimate Collection had just been released on Blu Ray.
All was well.
(I blame the 2600 words of completely self indulgent and ridiculous Shadow of the Templar fic I stayed up till 2am writing last night, tbh)