Once upon a time in a clearing past the woods on a hill were three little houses. One made of hay, one made of sticks, and one made of brick. Deep within the forest lived a very very hungry wolf...
Ron kicked a bushel of hay that sat in a pile beside him when he'd landed on this hill.
"This is bloody bullshit." Ron muttered with a dark look. "What even is this?"
He knew in his body the magic was trying to force him to make a house. He knew the effort would be entirely fruitless. You can't make a house out of hay. He looked over at Kingsley who had come to terms with the magic and realized the events must be completed if he had any hope to leave. He'd studied all types of magic through the ministry and could recognize the very scent of the magic. If only there were other supplies as well. It seemed child like. He turned to Moody only to be shocked that he was hastily at work building with the bricks before him.
"Moody old friend." Kingsley asked curiously. "Do you not mind all this?"
"Mind?" Moody cackled looking around. "This is the best thing I've seen since landing here thus far. Nice and sturdy. We're to open out here without a base."
"Constant vigilance." He said determined with a slight growl as his eyes whizzed around.
Just then the three males looked up to see a tall man with sandy blonde hair with flecks of aburn approaching looking reproachful and pissed. He marched up to them and huffed.
"No." Remus growled.
"No absolutely not. I refuse. Whoever wrote this better bloody..."
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Misters Ronald, Kingsley, Moody, and Moony unanimously agree with the contents of this letter. Moony has agreed to be the writer of said letter.
Dear Reader,
To satisfy you're deeply intense sense of confusion; Yes we were at the department of mysteries when the enchantment took hold. As a matter of fact we were indeed sucked into the book. However due to the magics judgemental and insulting nature we have all agreed NEVER to speak of it. The mocking aspect of this part of the story is offensive and quite frankly rude. Whoever thought this would be funny needs to look within themselves and awnser the question who hurt you? Were you not loved enough as a child? Are you naturally just a dickhead by nature? Wolfs do not huff, puff, and I most certainly do not blow down houses. Ronald is not an idiot who stuffs his face like a pig, Kingsley is not someone who just follows orders and babysits all the time, and lastly Moody isn't some brilliant hero who always saves everyone's ass. I bid you a good day, noon, or night. Whatever bloody timezone you're in and request you don't ask us again what happened. We are NOT speaking of it.
Sincerely,
NOT the Big Bad Wolf (*AKA: Moony*)