Howl 003 [text]

[moonymarauds]

This bloody parrot is going to be plucked and thrown in the oven if it doesn't stop pecking me and trying to rip my hair out. It's worse than a Cornish Pixie! I woke up this morning and it tried to go for my ear.

I'm not even going to repeat some of the things it's been saying.

Private to Marauders||unhackableSeeing as it's only me in my room

Comments

[srzlysirius]

Snivellus is a right pain in the arse. Constantly pecking me as well, bloody bird.

We can try and have a big Christmas dinner! All the trimmings, with crackers and uhm...songs! Butterbeer! Fire whiskey...you have those in your trunk, right?

[moonymarauds]

I shouldn't be surprised that you called your parrot that should I?

I have...firewhiskey - and if Lily asks it was a gift from my dad - Butterbeer, chocolate frogs, sugar quills, fizzing whizzbees, Bertie Botts beans and a whole load of other rubbish.

[srzlysirius]

No, you shouldn't really. It's a perfect name for a bird.

Nice one! We'll crack it open when we're all there. As for he rubbish, brilliant! I haven't had any of those in a while, missed them.

[moonymarauds]

I think birds take more pride in their appearance than he does though. They preen and I can't imagine Snape doing that.

We'll need to ration it though; I doubt the house will ever have any. I've got acid pops; reckon we can try and sneak them to anyone we really hate?