Hagrid sat on the great bed in his hut and breathed slowly as his great muscles unknotted. It had been one long day and he was glad it was over.
All of a sudden there arose such a clatter, he sprang from his bed to see what was the matter. There was no flying sleigh outside his window which was fine with him as it wasn't anywhere near Christmas and he wanted the extra time to get more points on the "good" list.
Harry slid down the chimney and offered him a butter beer with a shout of, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY PROFESSOR!"
"What? Birthday? Why… I guess it is."
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Well now, that's only eight over, a dang sight better than my last one.
Coming up next: Christopher Columbus, his lovely daughter Eleanor and an advanced copy of book #7.
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Once in life and twice in resurrection.
Last edited by slipstick; 07-10-2006 at 01:56 AM.
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