"Holy crap Harry, put down the knife!" I screeched as the demented boy
slowly inched towards me. You could see by the way he was rolling his eyes
and the white foam gathered at the edge of his mouth that he was thinking
some very bad thoughts about me.
"Hyou put dow-n the gud-damnen knifeee, I was just getting a lil cho-co- late kake is alll." Harry said with an obvious slur to his now fanatical speech. I could see there was no reasoning with him, so in a desperate attempt to save the entire universe and myself, I reached back and grabbed for something I could safely bludgeon him with.
In a very un-magical way I found myself grasping a discarded wand left but one of the various corpses that were strewn about the room. "Harry. Harry, look at me Harry!" Harry seemed to focus for a short moment before returning to his incoherent state of insanity. "Listen closely Harry if you don't put the knife down I'm going to have to use this wand on you Harry" I remember saying it very slowly in the hopes that he would grasp my meaning.
" Hah! Don-e mak me laugh. you can-t yoose magi-k. I'm going to cut yah!" It was then that he finally lunged at me with the 16 inch serrated kitchen knife he had been wielding for the last two and a half hours and it was also then that may life decided to flash before my eyes. Which is very convenient because it makes it easier to tell you just exactly how I had got myself into this strange predicament and why a demented teenager named Harry Potter was trying to stab me. So here it goes.
"Hyou put dow-n the gud-damnen knifeee, I was just getting a lil cho-co- late kake is alll." Harry said with an obvious slur to his now fanatical speech. I could see there was no reasoning with him, so in a desperate attempt to save the entire universe and myself, I reached back and grabbed for something I could safely bludgeon him with.
In a very un-magical way I found myself grasping a discarded wand left but one of the various corpses that were strewn about the room. "Harry. Harry, look at me Harry!" Harry seemed to focus for a short moment before returning to his incoherent state of insanity. "Listen closely Harry if you don't put the knife down I'm going to have to use this wand on you Harry" I remember saying it very slowly in the hopes that he would grasp my meaning.
" Hah! Don-e mak me laugh. you can-t yoose magi-k. I'm going to cut yah!" It was then that he finally lunged at me with the 16 inch serrated kitchen knife he had been wielding for the last two and a half hours and it was also then that may life decided to flash before my eyes. Which is very convenient because it makes it easier to tell you just exactly how I had got myself into this strange predicament and why a demented teenager named Harry Potter was trying to stab me. So here it goes.