| onourbrooms @ 2003-11-01 07:02:00 |
Who is this disheveled creature I see, attempting to quietly sidle out of one R. J. Lupin's suite? It would be so much easier to discern identity if there weren't two of them running around. (I suspect there may be even more. They reproduce like rabbits, you know, the garden variety of Snape.) I suspect Sevvie's (whichever one it may have been, but I have my suspicions, how about you?) suave exit move would have worked so much better if he hadn't knocked over a lantern in the process. You know, if you set the castle on fire, I guarantee that the entire castle will know exactly what you're up to. Oh, wait...
In other news, I, like most sane people, am retiring to bed. This is markedly sans chair, as I now have some smashing bruises the like of which I never received from playing Quidditch for the last twenty-plus years of my life. (It was rather worth it, though.)
Comments:
| sinistra @ 2003-11-02 10:22 am UTC |
It is nice that you can see the humour in the situation, Sevvie.
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