1. Herbology Trudging out to the greenhouses was probably the most depressing walk through the grounds EVER. If you sniffed hard enough you could smell the scent of mooncalf dung hanging in the air. It was dreadful, wretched, and TORTUROUS!
SIGH.
The only saving grace was Lexi’s knight in shining armor, her Slytherin Prince, the manly poop toucher; because really Lexi Denver didn’t touch dung for any reason whatsoever. Entering greenhouse number 2 she glanced around in search of him… WHERE WAS HE?
“Hey there luv!” she heard as two strong arms wrapped around her midriff.
“Did you bring your dragonhide gloves?” SMIIIIIRK. This one is dedicated to the owner of Lexi's Slytherin Price, Steelsheen. Thanks for giving me a fab charrie to write about.
Last edited by Erindipity; 01-03-2012 at 01:53 AM.
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