Oct 10, 2009 23:05
[So there's a ginger-haired teenager wandering around in the woods and looking a little disconcerted. He seems to be more worried about his feet than anything else, swearing under his breath.]
Figures, Dumbledore would give me some trinket that's easy to lose... [Walks in a circle, cupping his hands around his mouth.] HARRY! HERMIONE! CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?
[His journal's laying open somewhere nearby; he's not realized it's his.]
gdi,
why are my wings maroon,
where are my shoes,
losing things,
this is not funny,
bloody hell.