Ok, some notes-
1.Juan Valdez is more than he seems! And if you don't know who Juan Valdez is, he's
the guy with the donkey for Colombian Coffee. So just remember him.
2.Back when life was simple, I had 12 reviews. Life was hell! Review and tell your
thoughts!
3.I'm baking cookies right now.
4.You are about to meet the Man behind the the Emoticon-:) !
Chapter 7-The Power of the Olive Garden
Harry looked at his schedule, and saw that next he had Defense Against the
Dark Arts with :). That name still bugged him. Oh well.
They entered the classroom and took their seats.
Two minutes later, a man burst in to the room. He had on a large black robe
and cloak, each ripped at the ends. A sword was tucked in a sheath at his
waist. On his head he wore a red bandana, with an eyepatch over one eye
and a parrot on his right shoulder.
"Ar, if ya don't a'ready know, I'm Cap'n, I mean, Perfessor :)."
The class just stared.
"I've spent many a year, sailin' the carribean, but then I stopped, and here me
am."
More staring.
"Ar, well, let's get started then, mateys. Take out the Book of Scary Dark Stuff
by Me, and turn to page 3, yar, har, har."
While they were doing this, :) sat at his desk and lit a match. Seconds later,
there was an explosion, and something flew at the blackboard, knocking it
clear of the wall.
"I don't like blackboards."said :) from behind the pall of smoke at his desk.
He blew the smoke from the barrel of a tiny, foot long cannon.
"Now then, If yer all turned to page 7, we can begin. You'll notice that this sec-
tion is about the Power of the Olive Garden. It's an Italian restaurant, and Itali-
an food is Voldemort's sole allergy. But we have never been able to get it near
him, thanks to his two assistants, Giorgio and Benito. They gobble it like pigs."
"Squawk!"said the parrot,"Like pigs! Like pigs!"
"But if we can harness the Never-ending Pasta Bowl, we may be able to break
through. That and a well-placed killin' spell to the snake guy's head, yardi, har,
har!"
The class was giving him incredulous looks.
"Ar, well write it down, mateys!"
They all did this, because the small cannon was still out.
"And fer homework, write one sentence about the Olive Garden, or just throw
some pasta at Perfessor Snape. Now leave, I'll see ya next week1"
As he was walking down to lunch, Harry wondered 'Could this day get any craz-
ier?'. After one step into the Great Hall, he decided it could...
So that's what :) is like! My cookies are still baking. I would appreciate reviews.
And as for the next chapter, I'll probably have it tomorrow.
1.Juan Valdez is more than he seems! And if you don't know who Juan Valdez is, he's
the guy with the donkey for Colombian Coffee. So just remember him.
2.Back when life was simple, I had 12 reviews. Life was hell! Review and tell your
thoughts!
3.I'm baking cookies right now.
4.You are about to meet the Man behind the the Emoticon-:) !
Chapter 7-The Power of the Olive Garden
Harry looked at his schedule, and saw that next he had Defense Against the
Dark Arts with :). That name still bugged him. Oh well.
They entered the classroom and took their seats.
Two minutes later, a man burst in to the room. He had on a large black robe
and cloak, each ripped at the ends. A sword was tucked in a sheath at his
waist. On his head he wore a red bandana, with an eyepatch over one eye
and a parrot on his right shoulder.
"Ar, if ya don't a'ready know, I'm Cap'n, I mean, Perfessor :)."
The class just stared.
"I've spent many a year, sailin' the carribean, but then I stopped, and here me
am."
More staring.
"Ar, well, let's get started then, mateys. Take out the Book of Scary Dark Stuff
by Me, and turn to page 3, yar, har, har."
While they were doing this, :) sat at his desk and lit a match. Seconds later,
there was an explosion, and something flew at the blackboard, knocking it
clear of the wall.
"I don't like blackboards."said :) from behind the pall of smoke at his desk.
He blew the smoke from the barrel of a tiny, foot long cannon.
"Now then, If yer all turned to page 7, we can begin. You'll notice that this sec-
tion is about the Power of the Olive Garden. It's an Italian restaurant, and Itali-
an food is Voldemort's sole allergy. But we have never been able to get it near
him, thanks to his two assistants, Giorgio and Benito. They gobble it like pigs."
"Squawk!"said the parrot,"Like pigs! Like pigs!"
"But if we can harness the Never-ending Pasta Bowl, we may be able to break
through. That and a well-placed killin' spell to the snake guy's head, yardi, har,
har!"
The class was giving him incredulous looks.
"Ar, well write it down, mateys!"
They all did this, because the small cannon was still out.
"And fer homework, write one sentence about the Olive Garden, or just throw
some pasta at Perfessor Snape. Now leave, I'll see ya next week1"
As he was walking down to lunch, Harry wondered 'Could this day get any craz-
ier?'. After one step into the Great Hall, he decided it could...
So that's what :) is like! My cookies are still baking. I would appreciate reviews.
And as for the next chapter, I'll probably have it tomorrow.