Post by henry on Nov 11, 2007 3:33:37 GMT -5
Yes, finally.
It was time.. for him to return.
RETURN AS A MAN
Henry, a year or so ago, had been a chubby, spoiled hufflepuff when he ventured out that faithful day for a picnic with his "friends". He'd been tricked and ended up stranded out in the woods, his foot caught in a tree root and his food splashed around. After sitting there crying for a while, Henry had gone to sleep.
He'd woken up when he felt an odd tugging at his foot.
"Let me sleep, mom, you bit-" He started, but paused.
His mother did not wake him up by pulling him along rocky forest floor by the foot with her teeth.
He discovered that he had been rescued by a fabled pack of Spanish Llamas. At first they seemed wary of him, but after he shared a sandwich he had in one of his pockets, he had earned their trust. Over the year, he had fought, lived, and fed with the pack of Llamas, slowly growing less fat and more and more fit as the days went by.
Now, a year older, Henry found himself inside the castle.
Specifically in the headmaster's room.
He wasn't sure how he'd known where it was or how to get in, but maybe it was Llama-instinct.
Either way, there were now over a dozen llamas prancing about the headmaster's room, in celebration of Henry the King of Llama's Birthday.
He'd gotten some little Ravenclaw girl [Mildred, was it?] to run an invitation to each common room [she seemed to positively die when he mentioned the hufflepuffs, so he had done that himself] to come join him in his party of Llamas within the Headmaster's chambers.
Henry sniffed.
"Ahh... I love the smell of Llama in the morning."
"Smells like..... Victory."
"FOR THE FORAGING!"
And with that, Henry took a great swig of some sort of Llama-alchohol, and the party started.
It was time.. for him to return.
RETURN AS A MAN
Henry, a year or so ago, had been a chubby, spoiled hufflepuff when he ventured out that faithful day for a picnic with his "friends". He'd been tricked and ended up stranded out in the woods, his foot caught in a tree root and his food splashed around. After sitting there crying for a while, Henry had gone to sleep.
He'd woken up when he felt an odd tugging at his foot.
"Let me sleep, mom, you bit-" He started, but paused.
His mother did not wake him up by pulling him along rocky forest floor by the foot with her teeth.
He discovered that he had been rescued by a fabled pack of Spanish Llamas. At first they seemed wary of him, but after he shared a sandwich he had in one of his pockets, he had earned their trust. Over the year, he had fought, lived, and fed with the pack of Llamas, slowly growing less fat and more and more fit as the days went by.
Now, a year older, Henry found himself inside the castle.
Specifically in the headmaster's room.
He wasn't sure how he'd known where it was or how to get in, but maybe it was Llama-instinct.
Either way, there were now over a dozen llamas prancing about the headmaster's room, in celebration of Henry the King of Llama's Birthday.
He'd gotten some little Ravenclaw girl [Mildred, was it?] to run an invitation to each common room [she seemed to positively die when he mentioned the hufflepuffs, so he had done that himself] to come join him in his party of Llamas within the Headmaster's chambers.
Henry sniffed.
"Ahh... I love the smell of Llama in the morning."
"Smells like..... Victory."
"FOR THE FORAGING!"
And with that, Henry took a great swig of some sort of Llama-alchohol, and the party started.