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Week Name/Date/Time: 'The Mistletoe Mishap' / Monday, December 26th 2005 / 2:30 PM.
Location: Ackart Residence
Open To: Ackarts! :D
Currently Involving: Sean
All right, so he didn't usually travel so far, which might account for the dizziness. Also, probably some of the dizziness was left over from the floo trip. Like most things that Sean did, apparating was a very haphazard sort of action and he'd planned to sort of just waltz out of his home in Cork, Ireland and just land in High Wycombe, but his mother was the worrying type and had said "Why don't ye do that powder business thing in the fireplace an' go t' Diagon Alley an' then pop-pop thinger-thing over t'yer friends' house, how 'bout that?" and despite her not knowing the technical terms, his father had agreed, had said, "I think that sounds very sensible, son," and although Sean was an adventuring sort of bloke, he did just what they said.
Apparating from Diagon Alley to High Wycombe where the Ackarts lived had been cake, and he'd managed to do rather well and had not gotten any strange looks. Well, he did get strange looks, but he was sure that these strange looks were attributed to the fact that he was wearing a Santa hat on his head.
Because, you know, Christmas had just passed? Also, because... Sean was... really cool?
Well, he was not worried about looking cool. 'Twas the holiday season! Christmas had been yesterday, but everyone knew Christmas did not go away so quickly. It stayed, so long as you felt in a holiday-like mood, all filled with caring and giving and whatnot. Which he certainly felt! Hence the Santa hat, very dashing, heh.
Anyway, once he got there, his dizziness seemed to subside and he rapped on the door in a boisterous sort of manner, shouting "Ho ho ho!" Clearly, he was very excited by the prospect of potentially being greeted by an Emmy-shaped Ackart or a Nate-shaped Ackart. Or an Ackart of any shape!
Location: Ackart Residence
Open To: Ackarts! :D
Currently Involving: Sean
All right, so he didn't usually travel so far, which might account for the dizziness. Also, probably some of the dizziness was left over from the floo trip. Like most things that Sean did, apparating was a very haphazard sort of action and he'd planned to sort of just waltz out of his home in Cork, Ireland and just land in High Wycombe, but his mother was the worrying type and had said "Why don't ye do that powder business thing in the fireplace an' go t' Diagon Alley an' then pop-pop thinger-thing over t'yer friends' house, how 'bout that?" and despite her not knowing the technical terms, his father had agreed, had said, "I think that sounds very sensible, son," and although Sean was an adventuring sort of bloke, he did just what they said.
Apparating from Diagon Alley to High Wycombe where the Ackarts lived had been cake, and he'd managed to do rather well and had not gotten any strange looks. Well, he did get strange looks, but he was sure that these strange looks were attributed to the fact that he was wearing a Santa hat on his head.
Because, you know, Christmas had just passed? Also, because... Sean was... really cool?
Well, he was not worried about looking cool. 'Twas the holiday season! Christmas had been yesterday, but everyone knew Christmas did not go away so quickly. It stayed, so long as you felt in a holiday-like mood, all filled with caring and giving and whatnot. Which he certainly felt! Hence the Santa hat, very dashing, heh.
Anyway, once he got there, his dizziness seemed to subside and he rapped on the door in a boisterous sort of manner, shouting "Ho ho ho!" Clearly, he was very excited by the prospect of potentially being greeted by an Emmy-shaped Ackart or a Nate-shaped Ackart. Or an Ackart of any shape!