| percyneedsalife @ 2002-06-14 15:13:00 |
| Current mood: |  chipper |
Ugh, I bloody hate shopping. But I guess I had to find some robes for The Nightmare, as Ron calls it. I haven't been to one of these balls in years and I've grown seven whole centimetres since I last wore me dress robes.
(George: Yeah, seven centimetres round the middle!)
I dragged George with me round Hogsmead to pick up the "goods" for The Nightmare. This time we didn't run into any students or teachers, thankfully, because you tend to look suspicious carrying dress robes and potions in the same bag. But lo! we stumbled across a fine new book shop on the other side of town, where we found the perfect gifts to send Ron for his date.
How to Wax Your Wand and Other Self-Pleasuring Techniques
Renatta Westhopper's Guide to Truly Magical Sex
101 Spells for an Enchanted Evening with Your Lover
We almost sent one to Percy, too, but then we remembered he never gets any.
Hopefully, Ron will have a special evening.
Comments:
| blushcrush @ 2002-06-14 07:31 pm UTC |
We're going to look hilarious dancing together, Fred, you're so much taller than me! Hehe! And what do you mean by "goods" for the Ball, hmm? >:o And I can't believe you sent Ron those books! Percy's the one that actually needs them!... hahaha. ;D
| percyneedsalife @ 2002-06-15 11:25 am UTC |
I'm a good dancer, honestly! We'll be great!
Don't worry about the goods. It's my business.