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Rowling made up.beh.
Everybody Has Issues, Do You?
A tale of a tale of Hogwarts.
So one day there was this
Erm
Guy
and he was eating supper like a regular guy in a regular house on a regular day. Seeing as how he was screaming at his parents and shaking an ominously ominous fork at them in result of an angst-filled few months, most people would be a wee bit frightened of this guy. He wasn't exactly a , nor was he one who followed the rules, but sometimes in a person's life there is something that person who thinks about something that just keeps gnawing and gnawing at them, like a creature biting it's nails, or a creature biting another creature's nails.
Twitch.
The guy ran out onto the street in a moment of raw anger and antagonism, still carrying the ominous fork.
"I SWEAR I'LL DO IT!"
"Do what?" inquired his mother promptly, her voice sprinkled with charm.
"IT!"
"What can you do you with a fork?"
"IT'S NOT A FORK YOU IDIOT, IT'S A SPORK! WE HAD TACO SALAD FOR SUPPER!"
Oh, sorry. I mean a spork. An ominously ominous spork.
"BUT IT'S BETTER TO USE A SPORK FOR EATING STEW!"
"SO? I LIKE USING IT TO EAT TACOS, IT IS MUCH MORE CONVENIENT!"
"YOU REALLY SHOULD TRY IT WITH STEW."
"I WILL SOMETIME."
A child around the age of eleven ran to the door of where his mother stood, and examined the situation. "Mom, what's happening? Is Brian having a no-no time again?"
"Yes dear, let's just wait."
"Uh, mom."
"Mhmm, honey?"
"Well sporks.can.be.very dangerous.I've heard."
"Don't worry, we'll just let him yell it out."
Beyond the dark under-eyes of the teenager, there raised a brash need to know what everyone else knew, and more.
"WHAT ARE YOU GUYS TALKING ABOUT?"
"Nothing."
"FUCK! WHY WON'T YOU TRUST ME? WHAT IS SO HARD ABOUT TELLING ME SOMETHING? THAT'S IT, I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE."
Just as Brian lifted the spork, Timothy called out "NOOOOOOOOOOO," ran and snatched the spork just before Brian pursued to thrust it downwards. In impulsive reaction, the child threw the spork high into the air, and Brian began to run away. Far, far away.
Daria, their loyal mother, called her younger son back inside and convinced him that his brother would be back.
Somewhere far from there, someone was doing something.
Everybody Has Issues, Do You?
A tale of a tale of Hogwarts.
So one day there was this
Erm
Guy
and he was eating supper like a regular guy in a regular house on a regular day. Seeing as how he was screaming at his parents and shaking an ominously ominous fork at them in result of an angst-filled few months, most people would be a wee bit frightened of this guy. He wasn't exactly a , nor was he one who followed the rules, but sometimes in a person's life there is something that person who thinks about something that just keeps gnawing and gnawing at them, like a creature biting it's nails, or a creature biting another creature's nails.
Twitch.
The guy ran out onto the street in a moment of raw anger and antagonism, still carrying the ominous fork.
"I SWEAR I'LL DO IT!"
"Do what?" inquired his mother promptly, her voice sprinkled with charm.
"IT!"
"What can you do you with a fork?"
"IT'S NOT A FORK YOU IDIOT, IT'S A SPORK! WE HAD TACO SALAD FOR SUPPER!"
Oh, sorry. I mean a spork. An ominously ominous spork.
"BUT IT'S BETTER TO USE A SPORK FOR EATING STEW!"
"SO? I LIKE USING IT TO EAT TACOS, IT IS MUCH MORE CONVENIENT!"
"YOU REALLY SHOULD TRY IT WITH STEW."
"I WILL SOMETIME."
A child around the age of eleven ran to the door of where his mother stood, and examined the situation. "Mom, what's happening? Is Brian having a no-no time again?"
"Yes dear, let's just wait."
"Uh, mom."
"Mhmm, honey?"
"Well sporks.can.be.very dangerous.I've heard."
"Don't worry, we'll just let him yell it out."
Beyond the dark under-eyes of the teenager, there raised a brash need to know what everyone else knew, and more.
"WHAT ARE YOU GUYS TALKING ABOUT?"
"Nothing."
"FUCK! WHY WON'T YOU TRUST ME? WHAT IS SO HARD ABOUT TELLING ME SOMETHING? THAT'S IT, I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE."
Just as Brian lifted the spork, Timothy called out "NOOOOOOOOOOO," ran and snatched the spork just before Brian pursued to thrust it downwards. In impulsive reaction, the child threw the spork high into the air, and Brian began to run away. Far, far away.
Daria, their loyal mother, called her younger son back inside and convinced him that his brother would be back.
Somewhere far from there, someone was doing something.