Neville Meets Patricia Pinky-Winky-Dinkle
Disclaimer: J. K. owns all. I own nada except Patricia.
"Thanks, Gramma!" said Neville as he pulled a wad of cash out of his birthday card envelope.
"You're welcome, dear. Do whatever you like with it," replied his Gramma.
Neville squealed with delight! Many things came to his head. Candy.... Hotwheels... funky lime green and neon purple elephant hides... but the thing he wanted most was something completely different. For he had candy, Hotwheels, and elephant hides. But this, he lacked. So, he stuffed the bills in his pocket and walked merrily down the road to We R Da Bomb. He had barely touched the pink door when a large woman wearing a skin-tight blue tank and floral capris opened the door.
"Yoooowwwww must baaaaayyyy deeeeaaaaarrrrr Neeeeeeviiiilleeeee!" she exclaimed. "Theeeee buoooyyy whooooowwww reeeserveeeed the twoooo- thiiirtaaaay appointmeeeeent?"
Neville nodded happily.
"Weeeellll, myyy nayyymmee'sss Paaatreeeecaaaaa Piaaaanky- Wiaaaaanky- Daaaainkle. I'll beee youwr A/N: *Gasp* maanicuuuuuuuuurist."
Neville nodded happily again.
"Riightt thaaayyys wiaaaaay, hon," said Patricia.
They came to a small room with a desk. On the desk sat 20 or so bottles of nail polish and a little desk lamp.
"Haaave a seeaaat anndd chooowse your cooowwler, hon."
Neville looked and looked until he found a shade he liked. It was light ballet pink with mild sparkles. "This one," he said.
Patricia smiled. "Owkaaaaay, hon."
She had Neville sit on the stool and began to spread the concoction over his nails. When she was finished she said, " Thaaat's reeeaaaalll pprrreeeeetttyy, daaarliin'."
Neville smiled, payed her his money, and strode out the door proudly.
Finis
A/N: I know it's short, but you have no right to say it's stupid, because if that's your opinion, right back atcha! Flames will be used to set your hair on fire. *In sweet voice* Thanx for reading! Please review.
Disclaimer: J. K. owns all. I own nada except Patricia.
"Thanks, Gramma!" said Neville as he pulled a wad of cash out of his birthday card envelope.
"You're welcome, dear. Do whatever you like with it," replied his Gramma.
Neville squealed with delight! Many things came to his head. Candy.... Hotwheels... funky lime green and neon purple elephant hides... but the thing he wanted most was something completely different. For he had candy, Hotwheels, and elephant hides. But this, he lacked. So, he stuffed the bills in his pocket and walked merrily down the road to We R Da Bomb. He had barely touched the pink door when a large woman wearing a skin-tight blue tank and floral capris opened the door.
"Yoooowwwww must baaaaayyyy deeeeaaaaarrrrr Neeeeeeviiiilleeeee!" she exclaimed. "Theeeee buoooyyy whooooowwww reeeserveeeed the twoooo- thiiirtaaaay appointmeeeeent?"
Neville nodded happily.
"Weeeellll, myyy nayyymmee'sss Paaatreeeecaaaaa Piaaaanky- Wiaaaaanky- Daaaainkle. I'll beee youwr A/N: *Gasp* maanicuuuuuuuuurist."
Neville nodded happily again.
"Riightt thaaayyys wiaaaaay, hon," said Patricia.
They came to a small room with a desk. On the desk sat 20 or so bottles of nail polish and a little desk lamp.
"Haaave a seeaaat anndd chooowse your cooowwler, hon."
Neville looked and looked until he found a shade he liked. It was light ballet pink with mild sparkles. "This one," he said.
Patricia smiled. "Owkaaaaay, hon."
She had Neville sit on the stool and began to spread the concoction over his nails. When she was finished she said, " Thaaat's reeeaaaalll pprrreeeeetttyy, daaarliin'."
Neville smiled, payed her his money, and strode out the door proudly.
Finis
A/N: I know it's short, but you have no right to say it's stupid, because if that's your opinion, right back atcha! Flames will be used to set your hair on fire. *In sweet voice* Thanx for reading! Please review.