Oh dear those muggles...
By scorpiodude31
Oh dear those muggles are all different kinds of evil.
Hello lovely Slythies,
I am sure as most of you know that the deliciously addictive muggle holiday "Mardi Gras". I'll have you know right now I am standing at a table in the muggle town of New Orleans, Louisiana. These muggles have bird masks on with glitter and the men are wearing mankini's which are very awkward. These people are wondering as I sit here why I am dressed in a blue hoodie and American Eagle ripped knee jeans with Tom's black classics shoes and this surprisingly delicious muggle "coffee" called a "Hot Peppermint Mocha Venti". I don't look the least bit festive. May as well be the equivalent of the light that causes the whole line of Christmas lights to go out with everyone staring at me. OR perhaps it's because I am the only one with a quill and parchment.
After I drink the last of my coffee; I walk to the nearest trash can. As I turn around this masqueraded woman that was stark naked but with gold and purple and green body paint on approached me with a tray of drinks and offered one. Naturally, I accept and take a drink in front of her and thank her.
As soon as the volatile fluid it my mouth I wanted to spit it out. For the love of Merlin that tasted worse than skele-gro! I look at the olive that remained at the bottom of the dainty martini glass with a purple and gold umbrella to decorate it. I hate purple. The color is just../shudders EW I have to continue this entry later as I put away my quill and parchment. I have a drink of my own that I like to call Felix Felicis.
After I drank the rather smooth acrid fluid of Felix, I immediately felt downright bold and just wanted to be as festive as everyone around me. Granted I lost numerous items of clothing in the process and by the end of the night were completely body painted with a emerald and silver bird beak mask that I just happen to find in a curious muggle "HOO DOO" shop. Very curious that shop was; quite similar to Borgin and Burkes only wreaked of curry powder. I exited the shop as quick as I found the mask and exited. The muggle girls came screaming crazily gushing and throwing these gold red and purple beads on me and grabbed my arm and paraded down this boardwalk with the group of girls grinning as we came into this place where loud muggle dubstep music were being played and strobe lights flashing everywhere.
The night escaladed somewhere between running feeling like I was a beautiful phoenix burning with the brightest flame and waking up with the WORST headache ever and the taste of vomit in my mouth. The muggle girl who had passed out in a alley the next morning informed me of this concoction by the name of Roofies..I do wonder if it's another one of those Nargyle bullshit stories, but who knows. One thing is for certain. Don't drink the whole bottle of Felix and have a Muggle-tini.
By scorpiodude31
Oh dear those muggles are all different kinds of evil.
Hello lovely Slythies,
I am sure as most of you know that the deliciously addictive muggle holiday "Mardi Gras". I'll have you know right now I am standing at a table in the muggle town of New Orleans, Louisiana. These muggles have bird masks on with glitter and the men are wearing mankini's which are very awkward. These people are wondering as I sit here why I am dressed in a blue hoodie and American Eagle ripped knee jeans with Tom's black classics shoes and this surprisingly delicious muggle "coffee" called a "Hot Peppermint Mocha Venti". I don't look the least bit festive. May as well be the equivalent of the light that causes the whole line of Christmas lights to go out with everyone staring at me. OR perhaps it's because I am the only one with a quill and parchment.
After I drink the last of my coffee; I walk to the nearest trash can. As I turn around this masqueraded woman that was stark naked but with gold and purple and green body paint on approached me with a tray of drinks and offered one. Naturally, I accept and take a drink in front of her and thank her.
As soon as the volatile fluid it my mouth I wanted to spit it out. For the love of Merlin that tasted worse than skele-gro! I look at the olive that remained at the bottom of the dainty martini glass with a purple and gold umbrella to decorate it. I hate purple. The color is just../shudders EW I have to continue this entry later as I put away my quill and parchment. I have a drink of my own that I like to call Felix Felicis.
After I drank the rather smooth acrid fluid of Felix, I immediately felt downright bold and just wanted to be as festive as everyone around me. Granted I lost numerous items of clothing in the process and by the end of the night were completely body painted with a emerald and silver bird beak mask that I just happen to find in a curious muggle "HOO DOO" shop. Very curious that shop was; quite similar to Borgin and Burkes only wreaked of curry powder. I exited the shop as quick as I found the mask and exited. The muggle girls came screaming crazily gushing and throwing these gold red and purple beads on me and grabbed my arm and paraded down this boardwalk with the group of girls grinning as we came into this place where loud muggle dubstep music were being played and strobe lights flashing everywhere.
The night escaladed somewhere between running feeling like I was a beautiful phoenix burning with the brightest flame and waking up with the WORST headache ever and the taste of vomit in my mouth. The muggle girl who had passed out in a alley the next morning informed me of this concoction by the name of Roofies..I do wonder if it's another one of those Nargyle bullshit stories, but who knows. One thing is for certain. Don't drink the whole bottle of Felix and have a Muggle-tini.