This is what happens when I think of wrong things
me: I'm not easily squeaked. Well, Dumbledore/Canadian sex excepted
fingeroflife: That's a special exception.
me: yes, and my overactive imagination is coming with plot details like tea and pancakes and it's just oh so very wrong
fingeroflife: ...very wrong.
Yes.
me: ..but they would have tea
fingeroflife: ...before, after or during?
...don't answer that.
me: ............
oh god now I want to write this in some form
fingeroflife: Resist the urge.
me: but...
fingeroflife: It's just badness.
me: ...."looking back, he had to admit he had been terribly unpolite to his guest. He had offered but, tangled between things as they were, tea had been the last thing on their minds. He supposed Dumbledore would appreciate some tea along with lemon drops"
fingeroflife: ...
me: for breakfast
fingeroflife: /pets
I think I need bleach.
me: thank you and good night
*bows *
fingeroflife: *throws flowers *
* ...venus flytraps *
me: ...I need to post this so other people suffer too
fingeroflife: ...yes, you do.
Yes, Turnbull/Dumbledore. Think about it.