Forbidden Pastimes of Hogwarts by Atlanata, literature
Literature
Forbidden Pastimes of Hogwarts
The Forbidden Pastimes for Fred and George Weasley
By Molly Weasley
1-"To concur the earth with an army of flying monkeys" is not an appropriate career choice.
2- I am not the king of potato people and I do not have a flying carpet.
3- I may not chase Seamus Finnegan around school in search of his 'Pot o' Gold'.
4- Nor am I allowed to tell people he's a leprechaun on steroids.
5- I will not shout "I have the Power" before casting a spell.
6- I am not allowed to purposefully charm Filchs' underwear into wedgies.
7- Nor am I allowed to do it 'by accident'.
8- I am not allowed to yodel during important parts of Dumbledore's speech.
9-
I grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen. Tears ran down my face as I quickly scrawled a message to my friends. I had six. They were the only things that had kept me going for so long. After I was finished writing, I put the piece of paper into an envelope and wrote their names on the front. Underneath their names, I wrote not to open the box until the letter had been read. Then I put the small velvet box next to the envelope and put them on the corner of my desk. They were the only things there, they would get noticed instantly.
I snuck into my parents bedroom. Neither of them were home, so no one
The night of the funeral, I sat and cried.
It would've been alright if Two-Bit and Steve hadn't been hanging around, but they were sitting stiffly on the couch, looking pretty much clueless as to what they should do. They didn't know whether it was alright to stay, or if my tears were a sign to head home. I wish they had left.
I was on the floor with my back arched against the wall with Soda beside me. Darry was in the kitchen, making something that smelled a lot like pancakes, and Cherry had left hours ago. She didn't want to stay too long and worry her parents, and besides, she didn't know any of us real good for it to be anything but awk
Welcome! Hey, do you mind if I write a story based on that pic? My fingers have a mind of their own, and I don't want to write anything I'm not supposed to..