| onourbrooms @ 2003-07-21 11:57:00 |
| Current mood: |  cold |
A word to the wise: the next time anyone follows up a sentence with the phrase "and it's set in exotic Switzerland", walk away. Quickly.
I'm staying in a complete hovel of an inn at the foot of the Alps outside Altdorf, where everyone speaks either Romansh or Troll. It has stormed for a week. Recently I was propositioned by a shaggy seven-foot beast of a warlock whose idea of buying me a drink included a paper tropical umbrella. This appears to be the trend in this clime's bars, as some sort of dramatically unfunny joke. As a result, there tend to be more splinters than vodka in my Red Cap's Blood.
It is still snowing. There is no more whiskey in the hotel bar.
Comments:
| potions_master @ 2003-07-21 01:13 pm UTC |
Whatever you do, Xiomara, should anyone spontaneously burst into song, I suggest you relocate yourself immediately.
Though, I have heard that the Ministry does Forgive Unforgivable Curses in such situations.
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| onourbrooms @ 2003-07-22 05:19 am UTC |
No spontaneous song as of yet, but I did see a dwarf dressed as a nun. Will keep both eyes open on that one, and his Argentinian friend.
Glad to hear that Lily's enjoying Tahiti. I should think the wild boars and Muggle tourists are to her palate's liking.