this is not on
Barty had been bored enough to brave the moving pictures reel and had spent far too many hours watching a ridiculous show about time travelers or something called Dr. Who, which he thought was rather appropriate since he didn't really give a damn. By far the worst part was the great enemy, re; the trashcans with plungers attached to them, though the way people burst into dust was vaguely satisfying. Sure his brain was going out melt out of his nose after another five minutes of it, Barty put the reel back and went back to looking and saw-
HP: GoF. He raised an eyebrow and pulled it down, looking it over, then hooked it up and sat down to watch.
Well, well. There were movies. This was...reasonably hilarious. He sat back and enjoyed the proceedings- which were wrong- until someone extremely familiar but in a very wrong way appeared on screen.
It was that fucking doctor. Playing him.
"....Oi!" he exclaimed, sitting up, frowning and leaning forward. "What- hey!"
HP: GoF. He raised an eyebrow and pulled it down, looking it over, then hooked it up and sat down to watch.
Well, well. There were movies. This was...reasonably hilarious. He sat back and enjoyed the proceedings- which were wrong- until someone extremely familiar but in a very wrong way appeared on screen.
It was that fucking doctor. Playing him.
"....Oi!" he exclaimed, sitting up, frowning and leaning forward. "What- hey!"