September 19th, 2020


Arrrrrr, Me Mateys!

Once again, another Talk Like a Pirate Day has rolled around...

"'Just go for a nice punt on the river,' she says..." Clang. Slash. "'A boat ride and a spot of torte'..." Whack. Splash. Clink.

"Well you asked me what I wanted to do..." Grunt. "And it is my birthday after all... Wingardium Leviosa!"

"Not the Victoria Sponge!"

Laugh. "Who was the one craving a 'spot of torte'? Fine. Mobilicorpus!" Howl.

"Avast ye..."

"Levicorpus!" Yowl. "Witch, I swear it's the same every year. It's as though the day were cursed..."

"Oh, cheers. Thanks for that."

"You know exactly what I mean." Wail. "If you insist upon aquatic activities, we shall confine ourselves to the Black Lake in the future and perhaps the scurvied scoundrels can be..." Hack. Slash. Groan.

"Circumvented? You were the one who said it was getting nippy. 'Portkey to parts warmer,' sound familiar?"

"Yes, well if I should make that mistake again, be so good as to remind of the purpose of Warming Charms, would you?"

"As you wish, Severus, as you wish. But failing that, we could always huddle together for warmth."

"Hmm. Indeed." Thwack. Splash. Moan. "There's nothing quite like a woman who thinks on her feet."

🎈Happy Birthday, Hermione! 🍾🥂🎂🍰🎁🎉