seamus_f @ 2003-04-13 01:27:00 |
Current mood: | irate |
A pox on both your houses
Found, in ransacked computer lab: One boyfriend, knocked out by a copy machine.
Good friends have just taken him to the hospital wing.
You have dragged him into your last ridiculous scheme.
You have made your last cutting remark.
Okay folks, move along. Show's over, nothing to see here . . .
Comments:
just_harry @ 2003-04-12 10:44 pm UTC |
I think he's going to be okay. Madam Pomfrey didn't seem really worried, and she said it was okay if you wanted to come see him tomorrow morning.
missgranger @ 2003-04-12 10:53 pm UTC |
Come on, Harry! Now that the copy machine is broken, we have to copy the pamphlets by hand! We'd better get started!
(parent)just_harry @ 2003-04-12 10:55 pm UTC |
You know I bet they'll have it fixed first thing tomorrow.
(parent)missgranger @ 2003-04-12 11:16 pm UTC |
You know, you're right! Good thing, too, because we need to finish making buttons and revise our manifesto and find a new treasurer!
(parent)seamus_f @ 2003-04-13 12:18 am UTC |
Thanks, Mandy. He'll be okay, which is very lucky for certain parties.
And you needn't worry about me going off half-cocked. I feel quite calm, actually.