That does it. It's finally getting down to the wire. Everyone's getting dates, and I'd hate for it to be too late.
Ms. Pansy Parkinson--will you allow me to escort you to the ball? Since I cut my hair, I even look presentable in a zoot suit like the one I've got, I promise you won't be ashamed of me, and I promise I won't not show up like your
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D'awww.
Now isn't that one of the bloody cutest thing you've ever seen? Almost as cute as Finnigan babbling on about how much he misses Susan even when he's in the same building as her. Yes, almost.
And just for reference purposes, we will agree with Lee's statement about being a fun bloke. He let us blow him up, for Merlin's sake. How much more fun can a guy get?
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I'm going to have to join Fred and George in the 'Aww' sentiment, no matter how much Pansy will hate me for it. But I'm going to have to tell Fred and George to bugger off about Seamus and me...
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For the record, I only see Susan for a few minutes during mealtimes, and I think you blokes of all people know how that feels. Wankers.
And Lee, mate, I think you're going to have to wait on that answer from Parkinson. She's trapped caught up in her sister's wedding, last I heard. Good luck, mate.
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Right. Now I have to go take a shower. It's about time, though.
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