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A/n: Yo readers! Thanks for the reviews. Someone said the last chap wasn't
as funny as the first one so watch out! We're gonna make it funnier... we
hope. Lily FLower is mostly writing this with input from Magic Gal. R&R! ~LFAMG
YEAR 1: The Warlocks Blanket
Chapter 3: The Postcards to Someone
Tommy Riddle woke up in his less than king size bed the next morning.
"GET UP YOU LAZY BRAT!" screeched his uncle.
"Ok!" said a bewildered Tommy. He stretched and dressed, hurried
downstairs, and started to make breakfast, which used to be Smudley's job.
"I'm starvin' Dad!" Smudley whined.
"Maybe we could eat if SOMEONE would hurry up and make our freakin'
breakfast!"
"Done!" Tommy ran to the table, tripping on the cat and spilling scrambled
eggs on top of it.
"YOU FREAK! Clean it up- NOW!" Uncle Tulio said. "We'll have to have cereal
instead. How about some Lumpy Bites?" Smudley responded with a 'mumble
grumble' as his dad poored cereal into the bowls with the bunnies on them.
When Tommy finally got to sit down to eat, Uncle Tulio snapped, "Get the
mail!"
Tommy obiediently obeyed. Not even looking through the bills, he put the
mail on the table.
"Bill, bill, letter for me, bill, bill-" he gasped. In Uncle Tulio's hand,
was a postcard of an old man wearing a pointed hat, a cloak, and
sunglasses, rubbing suntan lotion on his nose. The thing was- the picture
was MOVING! Uncle Tulio flipped it over to see who it was for, and "where
the BEEP" it came from. He read:
Mr. T Riddle, The smallest bedroom,1234 Porkypot Drive, Little Whinging,
Surrey.
"Huh?" said his uncle. He read:
Mr Riddle,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been excepted at DogPimples school of Hitchcraft and Gizzardry. (A/n: hehehe)
Term starts Sept. 1st and your train ticket is enclosed. Come, OR ELSE!
Your supplies list is also enclosed. Thank you for your time, Minnie
McGarviggle- Deputy Headmistress.
Tommy read it over his shoulder.
"Ahhhhhhhh!!!! I don't wanna go! We have to go away! A freak is chasing me! AHHHHHH! Pack your bags!" Tommy yelled.
"Tulip, he's right! They could harm our family!!" Uncle Tulio said. Aunt Tlip nodded, and everyone packed as quickly as possible. After all, "a freak" was after Tommy.
No more than 10 minutes later they were on the highway, (Smudley asked, "How'd we go so fast dad?" "Magic, of course!" said Tommy. "THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS MAGIC!")
It had started raining and they couldn't see very well, for the fog. Suddenly, Aunt Tulip screamed, "STOP!" and Uncle Tulio slammed his foot on the brakes and they stopped a mere inch from what looked like a little boy, but when they looked closer, seeing that he had a mustasche and beard, they assumed he was just very short. Uncle Tulio got out of the car, and said, "What's wrong with you? Can't you see this is a highway?"
"Well DUH! I come from Dogpimples School of Hitchcraft and Gizzardry." He spoke with a french accent, "I'm here to take young Tommy."
A/N: So...? Whaddaya think? R&R! ~Lily Flower
A/n: Yo readers! Thanks for the reviews. Someone said the last chap wasn't
as funny as the first one so watch out! We're gonna make it funnier... we
hope. Lily FLower is mostly writing this with input from Magic Gal. R&R! ~LFAMG
YEAR 1: The Warlocks Blanket
Chapter 3: The Postcards to Someone
Tommy Riddle woke up in his less than king size bed the next morning.
"GET UP YOU LAZY BRAT!" screeched his uncle.
"Ok!" said a bewildered Tommy. He stretched and dressed, hurried
downstairs, and started to make breakfast, which used to be Smudley's job.
"I'm starvin' Dad!" Smudley whined.
"Maybe we could eat if SOMEONE would hurry up and make our freakin'
breakfast!"
"Done!" Tommy ran to the table, tripping on the cat and spilling scrambled
eggs on top of it.
"YOU FREAK! Clean it up- NOW!" Uncle Tulio said. "We'll have to have cereal
instead. How about some Lumpy Bites?" Smudley responded with a 'mumble
grumble' as his dad poored cereal into the bowls with the bunnies on them.
When Tommy finally got to sit down to eat, Uncle Tulio snapped, "Get the
mail!"
Tommy obiediently obeyed. Not even looking through the bills, he put the
mail on the table.
"Bill, bill, letter for me, bill, bill-" he gasped. In Uncle Tulio's hand,
was a postcard of an old man wearing a pointed hat, a cloak, and
sunglasses, rubbing suntan lotion on his nose. The thing was- the picture
was MOVING! Uncle Tulio flipped it over to see who it was for, and "where
the BEEP" it came from. He read:
Mr. T Riddle, The smallest bedroom,1234 Porkypot Drive, Little Whinging,
Surrey.
"Huh?" said his uncle. He read:
Mr Riddle,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been excepted at DogPimples school of Hitchcraft and Gizzardry. (A/n: hehehe)
Term starts Sept. 1st and your train ticket is enclosed. Come, OR ELSE!
Your supplies list is also enclosed. Thank you for your time, Minnie
McGarviggle- Deputy Headmistress.
Tommy read it over his shoulder.
"Ahhhhhhhh!!!! I don't wanna go! We have to go away! A freak is chasing me! AHHHHHH! Pack your bags!" Tommy yelled.
"Tulip, he's right! They could harm our family!!" Uncle Tulio said. Aunt Tlip nodded, and everyone packed as quickly as possible. After all, "a freak" was after Tommy.
No more than 10 minutes later they were on the highway, (Smudley asked, "How'd we go so fast dad?" "Magic, of course!" said Tommy. "THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS MAGIC!")
It had started raining and they couldn't see very well, for the fog. Suddenly, Aunt Tulip screamed, "STOP!" and Uncle Tulio slammed his foot on the brakes and they stopped a mere inch from what looked like a little boy, but when they looked closer, seeing that he had a mustasche and beard, they assumed he was just very short. Uncle Tulio got out of the car, and said, "What's wrong with you? Can't you see this is a highway?"
"Well DUH! I come from Dogpimples School of Hitchcraft and Gizzardry." He spoke with a french accent, "I'm here to take young Tommy."
A/N: So...? Whaddaya think? R&R! ~Lily Flower
