It's called butterbeer, so why does no one ever get drunk off it?
It's a simple question, really. probably has a remarkably simple answer. Ah, well. Lucky for you the plot bunny stampede that ran through
my English class this morning didn't want simple, although it does seem to have wanted short...: )
"If I were a tape-worm…nah-nah nah-nah nah-nah all day long I'd sing this silly song…if I were a little wo---rm! Na-nana-n ah…"Hermione slurred.
"Um…George? I'm thinking we shouldn't have given Hermione that last butterbeer….or the ten before it…"Ron whimpered as a very….happy…version of Hermione twirled about the room, waltzing with a banana before sticking it in Ron's hand and continuing on to tango by herself.
"Interesting. I didn't think you could get drunk off of butterbeer…" Remarked Fred.
"Hey, guys, have you seen my secret stash of firewiskey? I left it somewheres about, and I'm worried mum might've found it…" Called Charly from the garden. The three miscreants looked at eachother in horror.
"Uh-oh…" They whispered in union. Suddenly George's newly-opened bottle of "butterbeer" was ripped out of his hand by an ecstatic Hermione.
"Whiskey, I love whiskey! Drinks all around!" Hermione called as she hugged the bottle of butterbeer to her chest.
well, how was that? did you like it? did you not? let me know!
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