Confession: Okay, okay I'll admit my original idea for 'W' sucked so I used one of Aussie Trebs Suggestions and I included Megan Argetlam's suggestion So yea...Thanks guys! You both get giant pickles for that awesome input...hehe -hands over the pickles-
W is for Whomping Willow
"No doubt the magazine would have said 'Wins' or 'Wankers' or something..." Harry muttered.
Hermione glared at him,
"Well Lupin is a Werewolf...So that was pretty big. I mean it effected our life, because Peter got away because we were all running away from Lupin."
"Excuse we weren't running! I have more dignity than that!" Ron protested.
Harry rolled his eyes,
"No, you settled for curling into a ball and wimpering..."
"Shuddup."
Harry
grinned,
"And the whomping willow tried to kill us and ruined my broom in the same year."
Ron shook his head,
"Third
Year was a bitch to us."
"No, the whomping willow was."
Harry disaggreed."
"Do you think it's male or female?" Ron asked.
Hermione stared at him,
"Either way it won't let you near it..."
Ron poked out his tongue,
"I wasn't meaning it in that way..."
"Sure you weren't Ron. Sure you weren't." Hermione patted him on the shoulder.
Ron frowned,
"Have I mentioned I hate this game?" He grumbled.
"Yes!" Hermione and Harry exclaimed.