Thursday, August 30, 2012

'arry Potter an' the Order of Blimey Limeys

Harry awoke with a start. The scar on his forehead was hurting again, though not nearly as bad as his bloomin' gulliver. Realizing he had no reasonable excuse to stay in bed he grudgingly hoisted himself from his 4 poster bed and thought to himself, "Great, another walking day...." Down in the common room Her My Knee was runnin' her bleedin' gob about some book to 'arry's best friend; Roonil Wazlib.

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