A/N: IM SO SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED IN FOREVER! *ducks while stuff is throw in her direction* Exams have taken their toll on me! I have treat for you guys though: A NEW STORY! I will be updating this more often as well as my APH 20 oneshot collection, and will be wrapping up "The Pasta hating bot" soon.
Hasta la pasta!
-xXTomatoBoxFairyXx
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Wales reached into his pocket, taking ahold of his house key. Fumbling, he somehow managed to unlock the door to his house. He shoved the door open and stumbled inside, barely able to stay on his feet due his massive intake of alcohol that night. Tossing his jacket carelessly on the floor, Wales leaned against the wall and used it to guide himself to the basement. The basement is where he kept all things magical, and as he hit the light switch he mumbled some slurred words.
"Fucking… Northern Ireland. M'love of sheepies is perfectly normal! *HIC* Imma bloody show her….."
Snatching a stick of chalk off of a shelf filled with various potions, ingredients, and figurines of fairies and unicorns, he started to draw a wobbly pentagram on the concrete floor. Wales tossed the chalk aside once finished, and tripped over his own feet and landed flat on his face while trying to make his way to the bookshelf. Groggily he pushed himself up and stumbled his way to the bookshelf. Grabbing a spellbook from the vast array, he flipped to a random page and began to chant, slurring most of his words.
"Dumbl'dora th'splora…"
As he chanted, the pentagram began to glow a faint green. It glowed brighter and brighter as Wales went further into the spell.
"I command this transformation!"
The pentagram exploded in a burst of green light, symbols swirling forth from it. Then, as quickly as it had started, the glow faded until nothing was left but a simple white chalk pentagram. Wales smiled in satisfaction, dropping the book and sinking to his knees. He chuckled.
"Hehehe… N'rthern Ireland will be so s'prised…"
He then promptly passed out on the concrete floor.