oh yea you stupid nigger swallow my holly jolly load, santa moaned to ron Weasley who was going down on him. Santa Claus clutched rons hair and guided his tight lips up and down the liverspotted time-loosened skin of his shaft of his pecker.

But that's putting the cart before the horse isn't it I bet you don't even know how Santa Claus himself came to be on that same very plane Lucius would've flown yet and to get there we have to settle back in on Spiders a while longer even though it seems lke what shes doing has nothing to do with Santa Claus except being on his futureplane currently and also it is still Christmas and Spiders's' band the Chumbawumbas just finished their surprise reunion show with their newly alive drummer Neville.

Miilda Mutonchop the bass player thought that whitout a dead drummer they lacked any edge and she quit the band. Luna took her place.

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una learned how to play modular synths when she and Padma had started an aerial themed goth sythpop duo, the Glums of Chance, but that had fallen through, the fecksome Indian seemed like she didn't even know she was in a band every other day and a lot of shows got cancel. But now Luna is in the Chumbawumbas alongside Neville, who has developed aconcerning cough latey and Spiders. Spiders sings and writes lyrics in the band is why Harmonica is vying for her attention because maybe they could sing a little more about the struggles of elves?

But Neville beats her to the punch (mary wells) and is explaining to Spiders her current duties as far as the Gatekeeper Initiative is concerned. And the imminent Hermione crisis is concerning indeed, even to the archangel Metatron, which is why Neville is alive, and will be alive again even after he dies of a lungful of nanobots soon here.

Let me tell you about how Neville was talking to Spiders.

First he said;
"Spiders you should be concerned about this!"

That got her attention!

the demon league consists of Moriarti Strand; High Templar, Muhad al Adin; treasurer, Saturnalia; hypnoconsultant, Waylon Strutters; Executive Producer, also Red Claw and his band of Velociraptors; Tonya, Arthur and Ashleigh( Brent died attacking the green-haired villagers of Saturnalias TimeScape)

"What are you on about now Neville!" Spiders proclaims, fully aware, she's just recently scrabbled off that very same thing last Christmas and now here it is hounding her again. She had tried to hide in the amrs of boogers but that didn't prepare her for the rush of dread overtaking the delicate equilibrium she had erected.

Hermione, Saturnalia's anomalously haired sister, woke up on Christmas morning with the sun shining directly into her left eye. She had fallen asleep with one eye open as usual, on the alert for the green haired villagers whom'd chased her out the village and also the Red Claw's remaining band of mercenary velociraptors.

Saturnalia still slumbered silently right there on the ground. The sisters had slept on the ground many nights in a row, after their foolishly laid plans had interconnected upongst each other in the field of actions and consequential adjustments, made on the fly, a hearts beat from the glimmering edges of the infinite ...

Hermione toed her sleeping sister gently in her open mouth. Hermione wore an orange sock and a bit of it at first and then all the way up to her second joint-on-the-toes she moved that into the mouth that slumbered there unaware. "fuck you Saturnalia," Hermione whispered into the sultry morning breeze.

It was all her fault as far as Hermione was concerned, but she was merely and eighth of a powerful machine, the Octo-Mione arrangement had laid its eyes upon this reality and began the irrevocable appochryphal uwinding of the strings of irreality into this particular Britain, plop plop plop the Hermiones began to find their way dropped right on their fannies into this plane of existence, and that was only the beginning.

Hermione and Saturnalia had been the 4th and 5th, and judging by the shocking violet sunset, the growing black circle expanding from the heart of the sun for her Hermione eyes to gaze upon, alone, alone together with her seven sisters, the 8th had finally arrived.

"The 8th Hermione is here already and your stupid plan has got us stuck here at this silly train station in the middle of the woods for nothing!" Hermione continued to stealthfully scold and toe the mouth of her sleeping twin.

Saturnalia awoke from a wet dream coughing lint balls. The transitory morning sky had settled unto a somber light pink, though still blue to all non-Hermione eyes aside from Metatron and his agent in the underworld, Neville Longbottom who at this very moment is trying his damndest to convince Harmonica that the Chumbawumbas are working on a whole concept album about the struggle of House and Plane Elves to shut her up and get down to brass tacks with Spiders who'd much rather make cupcakes.

"Bake us cupcakes Neville!" Spiders and Luna are both immediateliy entrhaled and exhillirated with that idea nad bounce around him annoying.

"We're in a band now Nevile!" Luna reminds him, flopping her stringy blonde hair in his face.

"Make us cupcakes Neville!" Spiders prods at him, jabbing him in the sternum and then crouch with her lanky knee. Spiders is seven feet tall and in this crowded section of the plane they've found themselves in has to hunch over at a near right angle to the close ceiling from the shoulders up but still insists on jumping all around to the her and Luna's flippant demans, bashing her head and nobly spine against the ceiling over and over again until Neville finally, worn down, ascents.

He will make them cupcakes. And then when Spiders is focused on enjoying her delicious treat, then he will finally have time to explain the Hermione Tat Ko; The Hermione Death Battle to Spiders; that and also her responsibilities and unique position as The Gate Keeper, the 7th Hermione to enter the Chosen Realm...