A/N- imagine this in comic book form. If you're too lazy, read on anyways,
it's amusing ;).
Disclaimer: I don't own Martin Miggs, but I do own this story.... not that it matters anyway, this isn't good enough for anyone to sue me for it.... *wink wink*
"Martin Miggs visits a friend"
One beautiful Wednesday, while Martin Miggs was at home, planting flowers** in the flower-box underneath his windowsill, his doorbell (button near front door that makes noise when it is pressed; shows arrival of other muggles) rang. He jumped up, wiped his dirty hands on his pants, and ran to see who was there. It was Mr. Edin, the postman***! He handed Martin a letter with a dip of his cap and skipped back down the sidewalk.
Martin looked at the letter. It was from his friend, John Jones, inviting him to come stay at his house for a weekend! Martin rushed to his telephone* and called his friend, John.
"Hello, John!"
"Hello, Martin! I see you received my letter!"
"Yes, and thank you ever so much! I'd love to stay at your house for a weekend!"
"Lovely! How about this weekend?"
"That'd be fantastic! I'll be there Friday afternoon!"
"Great! See you then! 'Bye!"
The next two days passed by very quickly as Martin prepared for the weekend. He checked and rechecked his suitcase over and over again, and was too excited to even garden! Finally, Friday came. Martin called a taxi* that took him to the Muggleville Transit*, where he waited for the train to come with impatience. When it finally arrived, he hopped on. But "Oh No!"- Martin forgot his suitcase at the train station. He ran to the front of the train and asked the conductor to turn around. But he wouldn't! Martin was shocked! By the time he got to the Jacksonville Transit (the station near John Jones's house), he was almost in tears! Poor Martin! He couldn't believe that people could be that disagreeable! As soon as he left the train, however, John Jones came to find him, and was he ever glad to see him! He explained his story, and on the way back to John's house, they stopped at the Jacksonville Mall**** where, using his credit card (a bit of plastic that muggles pass through a machine, that lets them buy things without giving out cash), he bought a whole new wardrobe. And, so happy (these purchases in a mall with a credit card often make muggles very happy- the reason why is currently being researched at Mulumbia University, in Dover) with his new clothes, he walked all the way back to John's house with a smile on his face.
As soon as he got there, he was greeted with John's dog^ who seemed very happy for his arrival. The house was large, blue, and had a Victorian style, which was pleasant after Martin's old brick home. The next weekend was wonderful; Martin and John did many things together, such as playing tennis^^, going swimming, gardening, and even going to a party with John's friends! Overall a great weekend, Martin was sad when Sunday night came and he had to say goodbye. As he trudged to the Jacksonville Transit (in his new shoes, by the way*), he was quite sad- but then John said,
"Maybe next time I can come to your house!"
This made Martin so happy he soon forgot his troubles that Monday would bring. He sighed as he stepped back onto the train, but it was with a smile that he returned home.
Cultural Notes:
*See "Martin Miggs buys new shoes"
**Muggles have a most peculiar fashion of gardening; they remove all the weeds in a garden, which, as we all know, are very useful in potions, and replace them with brightly colored flowers (that serve no purpose) by buying dirt, sticking the flowers in the dirt, and then covering them with new dirt! They then water the dirt! What will they think of next?
***Muggles, not having domesticated owls for the purpose yet, send other muggles to deliver their mail, called 'postmen'. This method is quite inefficient, of course, because one needs to buy stamps (sticky squares that are of no use whatsoever) to send a letter out, and after that it takes quite long for the muggle to get from one place to another, making muggle mail very slow.
****A Mall is a sort of shopping and reuniting center for muggles; they often meet there and buy things together, and there are many different kinds of stores. However, unlike your favorites like Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade Boulevard, all of these stores are inside one premanufactured building, usually created about six months before, and it lacks of real air (or, for that matter, real charm).
^Animals in the muggle world have no powers, or at least none that they make visible to muggles. They do nothing very exciting (unlike the latest altered Ramora, which as a fish not only anchors ships and has powerful magical powers, but has been made to emanate a strong glow to its owner to help the person through dark waters- muggle fish just swim around), but are said to be quite loyal (probably owing to their subnormal intellect).
^^Muggle sport in which a ball that bounces quite high but is only full of air is hit by overlarge snowshoes on a hard surface over a net. The scoring is quite complicated, and the game overall is not really worth the trouble- but muggles don't have broomsticks, after all, so it's hard to find a good replacement for Quidditch.
A/N- me again! if you have any story line ideas, review them to me! No flames please- if you don't like my story, you shouldn't have read this far (but since you did, please send me a nice review! ;) Well, ok, I like the smiley faces, so sue me! *Is startled as large men in business suits enter room, and proceed to drag her and her computer away, amid shouts of "I was just JOKING!"*
Disclaimer: I don't own Martin Miggs, but I do own this story.... not that it matters anyway, this isn't good enough for anyone to sue me for it.... *wink wink*
"Martin Miggs visits a friend"
One beautiful Wednesday, while Martin Miggs was at home, planting flowers** in the flower-box underneath his windowsill, his doorbell (button near front door that makes noise when it is pressed; shows arrival of other muggles) rang. He jumped up, wiped his dirty hands on his pants, and ran to see who was there. It was Mr. Edin, the postman***! He handed Martin a letter with a dip of his cap and skipped back down the sidewalk.
Martin looked at the letter. It was from his friend, John Jones, inviting him to come stay at his house for a weekend! Martin rushed to his telephone* and called his friend, John.
"Hello, John!"
"Hello, Martin! I see you received my letter!"
"Yes, and thank you ever so much! I'd love to stay at your house for a weekend!"
"Lovely! How about this weekend?"
"That'd be fantastic! I'll be there Friday afternoon!"
"Great! See you then! 'Bye!"
The next two days passed by very quickly as Martin prepared for the weekend. He checked and rechecked his suitcase over and over again, and was too excited to even garden! Finally, Friday came. Martin called a taxi* that took him to the Muggleville Transit*, where he waited for the train to come with impatience. When it finally arrived, he hopped on. But "Oh No!"- Martin forgot his suitcase at the train station. He ran to the front of the train and asked the conductor to turn around. But he wouldn't! Martin was shocked! By the time he got to the Jacksonville Transit (the station near John Jones's house), he was almost in tears! Poor Martin! He couldn't believe that people could be that disagreeable! As soon as he left the train, however, John Jones came to find him, and was he ever glad to see him! He explained his story, and on the way back to John's house, they stopped at the Jacksonville Mall**** where, using his credit card (a bit of plastic that muggles pass through a machine, that lets them buy things without giving out cash), he bought a whole new wardrobe. And, so happy (these purchases in a mall with a credit card often make muggles very happy- the reason why is currently being researched at Mulumbia University, in Dover) with his new clothes, he walked all the way back to John's house with a smile on his face.
As soon as he got there, he was greeted with John's dog^ who seemed very happy for his arrival. The house was large, blue, and had a Victorian style, which was pleasant after Martin's old brick home. The next weekend was wonderful; Martin and John did many things together, such as playing tennis^^, going swimming, gardening, and even going to a party with John's friends! Overall a great weekend, Martin was sad when Sunday night came and he had to say goodbye. As he trudged to the Jacksonville Transit (in his new shoes, by the way*), he was quite sad- but then John said,
"Maybe next time I can come to your house!"
This made Martin so happy he soon forgot his troubles that Monday would bring. He sighed as he stepped back onto the train, but it was with a smile that he returned home.
Cultural Notes:
*See "Martin Miggs buys new shoes"
**Muggles have a most peculiar fashion of gardening; they remove all the weeds in a garden, which, as we all know, are very useful in potions, and replace them with brightly colored flowers (that serve no purpose) by buying dirt, sticking the flowers in the dirt, and then covering them with new dirt! They then water the dirt! What will they think of next?
***Muggles, not having domesticated owls for the purpose yet, send other muggles to deliver their mail, called 'postmen'. This method is quite inefficient, of course, because one needs to buy stamps (sticky squares that are of no use whatsoever) to send a letter out, and after that it takes quite long for the muggle to get from one place to another, making muggle mail very slow.
****A Mall is a sort of shopping and reuniting center for muggles; they often meet there and buy things together, and there are many different kinds of stores. However, unlike your favorites like Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade Boulevard, all of these stores are inside one premanufactured building, usually created about six months before, and it lacks of real air (or, for that matter, real charm).
^Animals in the muggle world have no powers, or at least none that they make visible to muggles. They do nothing very exciting (unlike the latest altered Ramora, which as a fish not only anchors ships and has powerful magical powers, but has been made to emanate a strong glow to its owner to help the person through dark waters- muggle fish just swim around), but are said to be quite loyal (probably owing to their subnormal intellect).
^^Muggle sport in which a ball that bounces quite high but is only full of air is hit by overlarge snowshoes on a hard surface over a net. The scoring is quite complicated, and the game overall is not really worth the trouble- but muggles don't have broomsticks, after all, so it's hard to find a good replacement for Quidditch.
A/N- me again! if you have any story line ideas, review them to me! No flames please- if you don't like my story, you shouldn't have read this far (but since you did, please send me a nice review! ;) Well, ok, I like the smiley faces, so sue me! *Is startled as large men in business suits enter room, and proceed to drag her and her computer away, amid shouts of "I was just JOKING!"*