D: * rubs Edwond III's head, muttering My Precious*
AR: * whispers* She's gone a bit mad
D: * muttering* Precious.
AR: * whispers* If you're looking for us, we're at-
D: * hissing* You will not defy me!!!
* Fighting*
AR: HELP!!!!!!
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Usually, on Level Six at the Ministry of Magic, there was hardly any noise. The only sounds were the scuffling of feet, the scratching of quills, the sound of spells being muttered and potions being brewed for 2way portkeys, which would send some place and take you back after a certain amount of time. Of course, there were the occasional owls and Interdepartmental memos, but, besides that, there really were no other noises.
Today, though, was different. Loud cheering could be heard on the Sixth floor. Today was the retirement party for Harold Jenkins, who had worked for the ministry longer than anyone else. He had even worked for the ministry during his school years, helping out his father. The small party, quiet turned into a loud, huge celebration with the help of several bottles of alcohol and other levels of the ministry joining in.
The guest of honor, Harold, was passed out, his face in a plate of pasta one of the many guests had thought to bring. At the sound of loud cheering, he gave a loud snore and his head rolled to the right, tomatoes stuck to his face. The cheering was due to the fact that Mark Rodgers, a young man who had started working only a few years ago when he left school, was going shot for shot of Absolute with the Minister himself. Every shot the amount of alcohol would increase.
They were just about to take another shot, the alcohol nearly at the top of the glass when he backed out. Mark, being the show off……er…..sport that he is, drank not only his shot, but the ministers also. Feeling a movement in his bowels, he stood unsteadily from his chair. He wobbled and nearly fell over, causing the onlookers to laugh. As he unsteadily walked through the crowd, he was clapped on the back and congratulated.
Finally making it out of the crowd, Mark walked to a door not far from where he was at. Stumbling drunkenly, he walked into the dimly lit room, not noticing the door close silently behind him. Getting an idea he pulled….er…."himself" out and started urinating on the walls, writing swear words and his name. Laughing, he stumbled backwards, knocking a silver ball into a container labeled "!DANGEROUS! DO NOT TOUCH!!!!". Hearing the * plunk * of the ball falling in the liquid, he looked down into the container.
Grinning, he said, "I think I could use another drink."
Without using the tiny brain he has, he drank all of the liquid. Then, before he knew it, he disappeared with a * pop *. The silver ball, knocked out of the container rolled down the counter and landed with similar balls in a crate on the floor. It glowed an eerie green color before fading blue like the rest of the balls.
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IT HAS TAKEN ME YEARS TO DO THIS, BUT I AM DONE NOW!!!!!
ALL HAIL ME!!!!!!!!!!
QUEEN OF THE WORD!!!!!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…
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crack kills?????………….
(not that I'm on it or anything….-_-……right…..)