Why wouldn't these students want to spend the New Year with, y'know, their family!?
Goodness only knows. The actual Yule Ball in Goblet of Fire was a big deal because it was attached to the first Triwizard Tournament in however long, whereas the annual Yule Ball of fanon doesn't have anything to make it a more attractive option than spending Christmas and New Year with your family.
Why in the living fuck would anyone, even a nudist, want to wear a skirt with NO underwear on a windy-fucking-day in the middle of fucking-December!?
Isn't that, like, the PERFECT storm for crap like Crotch Rot and other such diseases, especially when taking into account that they're ALSO clean-shaven down there!?
Apart from anything else, it makes the later "ZOMG I can't believe they'd lock us in a cold dungeon with no clothes, I think I'm going to die" not quite as effective as it could be. We're not thinking how terrible these people are as we should be, but rather wondering what's different this time. Is it the wrong kind of cold?
Because a child narrowly escaping being raped is a perfect opportunity to witter about the joys of nudity. I don't think I've hated this fic more than I do right now.
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Otherwise known as the "Hogsmeade Express", remember...
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So, wait: The "sexually abusive stepfather" subplot is resolved...offscreen...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xx6h9QJlJFY
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Ah, yes, the New Year's Eve Yule Ball...
Why wouldn't these students want to spend the New Year with, y'know, their family!?
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Great minds think alike. XD
Why wouldn't these students want to spend the New Year with, y'know, their family!?
Goodness only knows. The actual Yule Ball in Goblet of Fire was a big deal because it was attached to the first Triwizard Tournament in however long, whereas the annual Yule Ball of fanon doesn't have anything to make it a more attractive option than spending Christmas and New Year with your family.
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Why in the living fuck would anyone, even a nudist, want to wear a skirt with NO underwear on a windy-fucking-day in the middle of fucking-December!?
Isn't that, like, the PERFECT storm for crap like Crotch Rot and other such diseases, especially when taking into account that they're ALSO clean-shaven down there!?
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*peers over at his Jack bottle*
*notices it's down to only a fifth of whiskey*
O_x!?
This fic is giving me cirrhosis...
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