Dedicated to Nabs. And Aziraphale. Because plaid is kinda close to tartan, and tartan is stylish.
Word: Plaid
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The last impressions Cho had were crash. boom. ba--
"...ngk," she muttered, trying to sit up. Her head was spinning.
"Ah, there you are, Ms. Chang," said the Madam Pomfrey, bustling over. "Nothing broken, so that's good. Drink this up. You might experience nausea and the sensation of being smacked with a teddy-bear."
The medicine was in her mouth before she could protest, and the feeling of being walloped with a soft toy was marked. "Plaid..." muttered Cho, sinking back into her pillow.
"Really? Most people tend to think of brown or pink teddies. No accounting for taste, I suppose."
Last edited by Meandering; 08-31-2006 at 10:28 PM.
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