1st wild-fire whiz-bang [voice]

[himynameisgred]

[have a splash, followed soon after by the sound of someone spitting out a mouthful of water]

…

Nothing like a nice dip after snuffing it. I feel so refreshed.

Honestly, I know George is the holy one, but is it too much to ask for a choir of angels to come round and serenade me whilst I wade in these hallowed waters?

Tasted like dung, by the

Comments

1/fuck if I know; my enter key's ninja srry.

[the_wheezy]

That's--

[the_wheezy]

'George is the..' So. Fred! Blimey!

Voice, btw;

[the_wheezy]

... Oh. Wait. Shit. What was that you said?

Voice; 4/5

[the_wheezy]

No.

Fred, no. Please.

1/2

[ann_withane]

I don't think the fountain is very hallowed, although it is lovely. Sometimes I like to imagine that the stars hold debutant balls on the water's surface and the glimmers we see are little starpeople dancing.

Why is it always choirs of angels? Why not a gala of angels? A choir is so solemn. I know God is very serious, but I don't think heaven would be such a pleasant place if it were serious all of the time.

2/2

[ann_withane]

My name's Anne Shirley, by the way. Anne is spelled with an e. Welcome to the City! Such a terrible name for a place, isn't it? I really don't understand why the deities couldn't come up with something more suitable. Although maybe the City is cursed, just like we are. I've tried coming up with different names for it myself, but none of them seem to fit. It's as though this place is determined to simply be The City.

I'm sorry; I'm rambling, aren't I? And here you are, stuck in the water! Has somebody offered you any help?

HE'S LAUGHING

[himynameisgred]

Blimey, you're a motormouth, Anne with an e.

Anne: :D????

[ann_withane]

I'm...not entirely sure what a motormouth is, but I have been told I talk too much. I can stop if you want me to, really. But I always have so many thoughts and I'm afraid that if I don't let some of them out, my head won't have any room for any new ones. Wouldn't it be terrible to never have a new thought? I'd be hard-pressed to imagine a worse fate.

I'm talking too much again, aren't I? I'm so sorry! I really can be quiet. Just say the word and I will be as silent as the grave!

[favored_son]

What's wrong with dung?

[himynameisgred]

My palate prefers more refined delicacies, I'm afraid.

[favored_son]

I can understand that. Never cared for water filled with nuclear waste myself. Gives me heartburn.

[himynameisgred]

You know from experience, eh? Brave, brave man.

[eiremagic]

Do people usually laugh?

[himynameisgred]

I try not to do the usual if I can possibly help it.

[eiremagic]

Yeah? Well being ginger is pretty unusual, I'd guess.

[himynameisgred]

Among the Weasley clan, you're an outcast if you aren't ginger.

[theserenashow]

You seem really calm for having just...snuffed it.

[himynameisgred]

Should I panic?

[theserenashow]

I guess that wouldn't be very productive. But I would.

[himynameisgred]

I'm actually more interested in why I'm still alive.