Harry Potter goes to Dim Sum
Harry Potter goes to Dim Sum
by August
WARNING: I DO NOT INTEND TO BE RACIST, ONLY ENDEARING. I HAVE PLENTY OF ASIAN FRIENDS AND I ADORE THEM. PLEASE DO NOT TAKE OFFENSE.
"Cho...I don't know about this," Those were Harry's words as he walked into the dimly lit little restaurant in a shabby building on the corner of 12th and Arch.
At his side, Cho coughed and kissed him on the cheek. "It'll be alright, dear. I know the people who run the restaurant." She smiled reassuringly.
Harry sighed. "Fine, but if I don't like it, I am NOT coming back! I am the chosen one, and therefore I have the right to choose whether I return to Wizard China Town."
"Oh come on, Harry." Cho giggled, opening the door for him. He reluctantly went though, noticing the name of the restaurant, artfully misspelled and plastered to the door. "Dim Dum". Underneath that was a sign that boasted of the restaurant's new dish "Quirrail Egg Dumpling".
Before Harry had any time to ask why they misspelled Dim Sum, or even why their new dish reminded him of his old DADA teacher, he was rushed to a table and sat down. Soon then after, he found himself face-to-face with a relatively old lady. She had a cart full of yummy looking treats, and for a moment Harry wondered why he had ever doubted this place. The feeling passed, however, when the lady screamed in his face "YOU'RE HARRY POTSTICKER, ARENT YOU?" in a heavily accented voice.
Harry grimaced. "No. I'm Harry Potter, the chosen one."
The woman laughed, giddily. "ALL THE BETTER!" she screamed, "WE HAVE SPECIAL TODAY! CHOSEN SPECIAL ONE. HARRY POTSICKER!"
Soon, Harry didn't know which way to look. On one side of him, a Dim Sum lady was screaming about Sui Mailfoy, and on the other side, someone was screaming about Eel and insisting that it was "Like water Snape. Very Severus!"
Cho was no help. She was having a lengthy conversation with one of the ladies and ordering dish after dish. Helplessly, Harry looked behind him. Suddenly, the lights dimmed.
The light traditional Chinese music immediately changed to Darth Vader's theme. Harry removed his wand from his pocket.
Out from the curtains at the back of the restaurant, came another lady carrying a covered tray.
When she reached Harry, the music stopped. She glanced at him, but swiftly looked away.
Harry laughed nervously. "What's...under that...?" he inquired.
The Dimsum lady breathed deeply..."This...we don't usually say . It is the Dim Sum that cannot be named."
Harry smiled, reassured. "You mean Voldemort?" He waited for the woman to flinch. Cho flinched slightly, but the lady remained still as stone.
"No..far, far worse..."
"Go on, say it!" Harry scoffed. 'She must be crazy,' He thought to himself, 'I am the Chosen One.'
The woman bent over and leaned into his ear.
"It's called," she whispered, taking a breath, "Durian."
Harry laughed loudly. "Go on then," he mocked, "If I can defeat Voldemort, then I can eat Durian."
Cho squealed in fear. "DON'T DO IT, HARRY!" she cried, suddenly, but Harry already had it in his hands, "Dumbledore warned me against this!"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Since when have I listened to Dumbledore?"
He opened his mouth and the Darth Vader theme returned.
In went the Durian.
There was a moment of silence. Then, Harry keeled over dead, with a plop. The Dimsum lady seemed to remove her face, as did Cho, both of them revealing their true selves: Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Muahaha" said Bellatrix.
"Hroom ha!" screamed Voldemort.
"Jenny..." sighed Forrest Gump.
by August
WARNING: I DO NOT INTEND TO BE RACIST, ONLY ENDEARING. I HAVE PLENTY OF ASIAN FRIENDS AND I ADORE THEM. PLEASE DO NOT TAKE OFFENSE.
"Cho...I don't know about this," Those were Harry's words as he walked into the dimly lit little restaurant in a shabby building on the corner of 12th and Arch.
At his side, Cho coughed and kissed him on the cheek. "It'll be alright, dear. I know the people who run the restaurant." She smiled reassuringly.
Harry sighed. "Fine, but if I don't like it, I am NOT coming back! I am the chosen one, and therefore I have the right to choose whether I return to Wizard China Town."
"Oh come on, Harry." Cho giggled, opening the door for him. He reluctantly went though, noticing the name of the restaurant, artfully misspelled and plastered to the door. "Dim Dum". Underneath that was a sign that boasted of the restaurant's new dish "Quirrail Egg Dumpling".
Before Harry had any time to ask why they misspelled Dim Sum, or even why their new dish reminded him of his old DADA teacher, he was rushed to a table and sat down. Soon then after, he found himself face-to-face with a relatively old lady. She had a cart full of yummy looking treats, and for a moment Harry wondered why he had ever doubted this place. The feeling passed, however, when the lady screamed in his face "YOU'RE HARRY POTSTICKER, ARENT YOU?" in a heavily accented voice.
Harry grimaced. "No. I'm Harry Potter, the chosen one."
The woman laughed, giddily. "ALL THE BETTER!" she screamed, "WE HAVE SPECIAL TODAY! CHOSEN SPECIAL ONE. HARRY POTSICKER!"
Soon, Harry didn't know which way to look. On one side of him, a Dim Sum lady was screaming about Sui Mailfoy, and on the other side, someone was screaming about Eel and insisting that it was "Like water Snape. Very Severus!"
Cho was no help. She was having a lengthy conversation with one of the ladies and ordering dish after dish. Helplessly, Harry looked behind him. Suddenly, the lights dimmed.
The light traditional Chinese music immediately changed to Darth Vader's theme. Harry removed his wand from his pocket.
Out from the curtains at the back of the restaurant, came another lady carrying a covered tray.
When she reached Harry, the music stopped. She glanced at him, but swiftly looked away.
Harry laughed nervously. "What's...under that...?" he inquired.
The Dimsum lady breathed deeply..."This...we don't usually say . It is the Dim Sum that cannot be named."
Harry smiled, reassured. "You mean Voldemort?" He waited for the woman to flinch. Cho flinched slightly, but the lady remained still as stone.
"No..far, far worse..."
"Go on, say it!" Harry scoffed. 'She must be crazy,' He thought to himself, 'I am the Chosen One.'
The woman bent over and leaned into his ear.
"It's called," she whispered, taking a breath, "Durian."
Harry laughed loudly. "Go on then," he mocked, "If I can defeat Voldemort, then I can eat Durian."
Cho squealed in fear. "DON'T DO IT, HARRY!" she cried, suddenly, but Harry already had it in his hands, "Dumbledore warned me against this!"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Since when have I listened to Dumbledore?"
He opened his mouth and the Darth Vader theme returned.
In went the Durian.
There was a moment of silence. Then, Harry keeled over dead, with a plop. The Dimsum lady seemed to remove her face, as did Cho, both of them revealing their true selves: Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Muahaha" said Bellatrix.
"Hroom ha!" screamed Voldemort.
"Jenny..." sighed Forrest Gump.