chapter eight: flight of the fat lady

[marginalia]

[flight of the fat lady] - Neville, Dean
ok, this is really silly. and i'm taking some liberties with canon. sorry.

As he approached the door to Gryffindor Tower, nose deep in a Muggle novel, Neville caught sight of a flash of pink silk disappearing out of the corner of the Fat Lady's frame. "Not again," he sighed, and settled down on the cool stone to read and wait for the Fat Lady to return or a fellow classmate to come out.

When the painting swung open, he scrambled to his feet. "Dean! Thanks!"

"She's run off again?" Dean asked, blocking the entrance open.

"Looks it. Oh!" Neville peered back into the frame. "See that? Yellow feathers."

Dean laughed. "Canary creams!"

Comments

[dacro.livejournal.com]

you scare me.
in a good way.
;)

[marginalia.livejournal.com]

it's a gift, man.

[dacro.livejournal.com]

that it is! ;)
I just can't stop looking at your Ron icon.
teh pretty

[jenish.livejournal.com]

AAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *falls over*

Canary creams! The Fat Lady!

*sparkles at you* *adores more*

**GLEE** there's more every day!

Life is good. Yup.

[marginalia.livejournal.com]

i was so afraid that only i would think this was funny :) yay! thank you :)

[dorrie6.livejournal.com]

HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Love. This.

Hee.

[marginalia.livejournal.com]

*beam* thank you :)

[willysunny.livejournal.com]

HAHAHAHA! Omg. You rock, my friend!

[marginalia.livejournal.com]

*flex* :) thank you!