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Trains Trains Trains
What. The. Hell. I was on a train. A nice train, but a train nonetheless. How did I get on a train? I had the distant memory of refusing to get on a train, and yet… I was on a train. The word train was beginning to sound weird.
Carriage chat, lost ties and the colour blue
Oh come on, I had eyes. I couldn’t help but notice how dishy Sirius was. I was a woman – he was a man. This made sense. And even if I wasn’t a woman, and therefore I would be a man, I would still find him attractive. But maybe I’m only saying that because I actually am a woman and have no experience being a man – gosh, can you imagine that? Being a guy for the day?! I had a strange feeling that I had lost my train of thought.
Sexy giants, little things and an obnoxious hat.
As soon as I entered I realized four things.
How do you explain the unexplainable?
Dumbledore himself seemed to find it quite amusing as his smile widened, and he chuckled quietly. Yeah, Dumbledore and I had shared a joke – we were clearly now best friends.
This, That and a Hippo.
‘Oh do shut up,’ I snapped, slumping back down and taking a chomp out of my toast. I continued munching, staring at nothing in particular – hoping I didn’t look like a hippo…did hippos like toast? Did they even eat toast? If they didn’t, they were missing out – toast was amazing.
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