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Beanymcbwean Goes to Hogwarts Beanymcbwean Goes to Hogwarts
*groan* Go awaaaay .
*BOOM* The alarm clock exploded.
WAAAAAwawawawawawawawawaaaa!!!! Beany jumped three feet into the air and landed on her face.
Beany looked up. In front of her stood a girl with bushy, almost affro-like brown hare and HUGEGANTOSAURUS buck teeth that went all the way to the floor. Who the heck are you?
I be Hermione Granger, and you shouldnt be talking to a prefect that way. Sleeping on the job, eh?
The job o learnin, me bucko, Hermione said. Now go see Dumbledore.
I DONT FEEL LIKE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Beanys gigantic roar blew Hermione away. Several seconds later, there was a loud explosion and several first year boys
A Truth IgnoredOne night I dreamed I was an eagle
I could see the whole world
and hear a whole nation
and below me a man on TV
spoke to all his viewers.
"Don't listen to what they say.
There is no problem."
While I look around and see that it is not true.
Around this man ice mlts
and floods rage through cities.
tornadoes pick you up and throw you who-knows-where
and hurricanes tear you apart.
around this man,
people are dying.
They look up to the heavens
"Please, someome help me."
And I look down at this man
this cold, hard, television man,
and I know that he is lying.
Our world, where all battles were won,
all countries founded,
all discoveries made,
all children born, is falling apart.
Our world is dying.
And we are doing nothing to stop it.
A Powerful Word A gentle touch
a fond embrace
a whispered word
to see you again.
Love is a powerful word.
An angry look
a push away
a yelled insult
because of what you did.
Hate is a powerful word.
A last look back
a strong regret
a making up.
all our problems.
Sorry is a powerful word.
A joke made
a memory shared
a flashback faced
echoing in an empty room
Happy is a powerful word.
A sad goodbye
a call me later
I love you too.
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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