| lupercus @ 2003-04-12 15:17:00 |
| Current mood: | ill |
| Current music: | Sirius, humming utterly tunelessly in the other room |
Er, does anyone recall exactly what happened last night at Terry Boot's "war council?"
I attended with the intention of Supervising and Providing An Authoritative Presence, however someone introduced a bag of purple Bertie Bott's Beans and it's all a bit fuzzy after that. Though I do recall a visit to the hospital wing, as at some point I was attacked by a very angry sort of waterfowl and pecked quite a bit. Erm.
Actually, I think I remember that bit quite clearly. Unfortunately.
Sorry, Severus.
I think I'd best go and break up the row between Dean Thomas and Sir Cadogan, before someone gets hurt. Or defaced.
Comments:
| potions_master @ 2003-04-12 04:45 pm UTC |
You will pay.
Do not plan to see daylight again.
You can start by assisting me in getting all of the feathers off my robes.
| sinistra @ 2003-04-12 04:48 pm UTC |
Now, now, Sevvie, there's no need to get hostile. You can always throw in a couple of sequins and call it glam rock.
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