My theory based on the cover: You are filthy rich from all that hooking you did in 2nd year, and spend about 400 pages frolicing about in your riches with your best mates, only to find out you are allergic to gold and breaking out in an ENORMOUS rash that never goes away. People start calling you Scary Potter, and Scary Spice [whom has a similar affliction, only in a less public spot] ends up marrying you. You train tucans to warble Shakespeare, and then move to Ukraine and die peacefully in your sleep [of a giant cyclops stepping on you, should've gone out that night].
Oh, Potterling. You make me so proud. However, you're quite right at the heart of it, of couse. Unless you're handily equipped with a paper bag, I cant see you getting many customers.
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I think I should icon that...
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HAHAHAHAHAHHAA!!
Oh, Potterling. You make me so proud. However, you're quite right at the heart of it, of couse. Unless you're handily equipped with a paper bag, I cant see you getting many customers.
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