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'After the destruction of the Second Death Star and the noble, but terribly disappointing, death of Emperor Palpatine, in a galaxy far far away, a little Hobbit stole the mightiest weapon of amazingness from the Dark Lord of Mordor. It is here that the boring tale of Blodeuwedd begins. As creative as the Celtic wizards could have been, they merely thought up a bloody story about a girl made out of flowers who cheated on her husband by sharing cooties with another guy. The best part of this story is when the cootie-sharing guy dies and the flower-girl is changed into an owl.'
Gavin put down his quill and peeked again at the prompt assigned him by Professor Binns: "Pen fourteen centimetres recalling the tale of Blodeuwedd and Goronwy. Discuss how the events in the story reflect the era of its creation, and cite important details from the text."
He reread what he had written, gave it a thumbs up, and put it in his sack of books. Heck. Close enough!
He straightened his robes and exited his dormatory, scooting through the common room.
And then it happened.
"Gavin Berkeley!"
Crap! Run! Run!
But she grabbed his robes. "Gavin! Did you like the cake I sent you?" Ramona Van Binkle hollared, her obnoxiously blonde pigtails bouncing about.
"Ugh! No! The fifth years stole it," he replied weakly, practically crawling to the door out of the common room...
ooc. Any 5th year Huffies in the common room: HELP!
Gavin put down his quill and peeked again at the prompt assigned him by Professor Binns: "Pen fourteen centimetres recalling the tale of Blodeuwedd and Goronwy. Discuss how the events in the story reflect the era of its creation, and cite important details from the text."
He reread what he had written, gave it a thumbs up, and put it in his sack of books. Heck. Close enough!
He straightened his robes and exited his dormatory, scooting through the common room.
And then it happened.
"Gavin Berkeley!"
Crap! Run! Run!
But she grabbed his robes. "Gavin! Did you like the cake I sent you?" Ramona Van Binkle hollared, her obnoxiously blonde pigtails bouncing about.
"Ugh! No! The fifth years stole it," he replied weakly, practically crawling to the door out of the common room...
ooc. Any 5th year Huffies in the common room: HELP!