Silly AIM meta/fic in the same off-the-cuff vein as
this. Edited slightly. Um. And character death. That's basically the premise.
kaesa: jesus.
kaesa: PP 70 - Wizard Card # 14: Thaddeus Thurkell (1632 - 1692) - Famous for producing seven Squib sons and turning them all into hedgehogs in disgust.
thinkatory: ...
kaesa: I am picturing Helga beating him to death with a shovel.
kaesa: it is a nice image.
thinkatory: Thanks Helga!
[and then it devolved into not really a conversation, or at least not one between me and Kitty...]
kaesa:
Helga: :D
Helga: Any time! Well, or until I run out of shovels.
Godric: HOLY WHAT DID YOU DO.
Helga: He was an arse.
Godric: 0_0
Helga: Can you turn these hedgehogs into people?
Godric: BUT WHAT DO ...oh now that's an interesting question. Specific people or just any people?
Helga: They were people before!
Godric: OH THAT'S EASY. :D
Rowena: I hear magical theorWHY IS THERE A MAN WITH A CRUSHED SKULL ON THE GROUND?
Godric: DON'T SHOUT I'M TRYING TO CONCENTRATE.
Helga: He was an arse.
Rowena: .......Yeah, all right.
Salazar: ...Someone seems to have misplaced a corpse.
Helga: SORRY! I'll clean it up.
Salazar: Wonderful!
Jasper: ... WHAT. THERE IS A.
Helga: I'M CLEANING IT UP WHAT DO YOU WANT? ::brandishes bloodied shovel::
Jasper: .... D: D: D:
Godric: Hey, can you help me with this, Jasper? I'm terrible at sums.
Jasper: >_> ::hides behind Godric:: Certainly!
Basil: ...What's all the noise ab -- oh.
Helga: ::sheepish::
Basil: Was he an arse?
Helga: COMPLETELY.
Basil: I thought so.