Strong Bad had been at a loss for a party theme. He wracked his brains. He asked himself the classic WWSCD (What Would Senor Cardgage Do?). No matter how he strained, he couldn't think of anything great enough to top the Entrapment All Up On the Moon dance he'd crashed back in Free Country, USA. Then, one afternoon, musing on this problem and
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((The linked picture is of Homsar's head on a very sexy naked woman.))
Hey, the administration of The Three Broomsticks had owled Homsar and told him they had a job for him, and Homsar was never one to disappoint. They had also told him to look for a really ugly dwarf, and Tyrion was not hard to spot at all.
And so Homsar blibbled up to him. Normally, Tyrion would have been about Homsar's height. However, because of the sexy naked body underneath Homsar's head, Tyrion was a good couple of feet shorter.
Looking straight ahead, but positioned right in front of Tyrion, Homsar announced, "DaaaAAAAaaaAAAAaaaAAAA! My angel is a centerfold!"
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"I... can see that you are," he replied, not before having had to decipher Homsar's speeches before. "Are you offering to be the live entertainment?"
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On the one hand, it was good to be out again, to be social, without any worry or unease. On the other, it was one year ago today that the horrible, horrible mess that had been her life for months began, caused by the prank of a foolish godling. Yesterday had marked the two-month anniversary of the breaking of her compulsion--the compulsion that had held her since last Valentine's Day.
She contemplated staying in, and decided to hell with it. Freedom was still too heady an experience to be curbed with any doubt--she was going out, dammit, and she was going to enjoy herself come hell or high water. Even if somebody did do something stupid at this party--as she had little doubt would happen--it would be worth it to prove she had her bloody life back.
The Hall was more or less empty when she showed up, but that was all right. She avoided the fog-machines (wisely) and took up residence at a table, waiting for the inevitable herd.
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She walked in and found herself standing near the dry ice/love potion machine, drinking a butterbeer and trying not to look as depressed as she actually was.
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There was no one there yet that Penny knew, but shyness had never been a problem for her. One lady in particular, standing by a fog machine, got Penny's attention for two reasons: one, she reminded Penny rather forcibly of her mum (although Lady Creighton-Ward would probably not understand the comparison) and two, she was obviously related to Fred Weasley, given the hair and the general resemblance.
Penny crossed the room with a smile and held out her hand. "Hullo. I'm Penny Creighton-Ward."
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"I was sure you had to be a Weasley. I met Fred at my Sorting. Lovely chap - very amusing. Is he...?" Penny let the question hang delicately in the air.
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Okay, I was panicking. Hardcore. This was an important holiday (or at least, it was now, now that I had a girlfriend), and I didn't want to screw it up. I'd asked Bob for advice, but his advice was all along the same lines, and therefor not very useful to me.
I'd bought roses (you couldn't go wrong with those, right?), but I hadn't know what the hell else to get Murphy--she wasn't exactly the easiest person to shop for. I just hoped that, for once in my damn life, I'd do this right.
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"You look like you're waiting for the firing squad," she notes, coming up behind him and putting a hand on the small of his back. "You've got the shoulder crunch again."
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"I...well, yeah," I admitted. "You look...beautiful." Really beautiful. Jeeze. And she was my girlfriend? I grinned.
"I got you these," I said, handing her the roses. "You're hard to shop for, you know that?"
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