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OtterySt.Catchpole · 09-23-2006, 08:47 AM

72. : Hermione’s Midsummer Night’s Dream – The Theban Woods in Hermione’s Dreams while at the Burrow

“He doth vex me so, Master Ottery Goodfellow,” the lady said, picking up her dress, walking through the Theban woods. “The crude ruffian,” she began to fan herself.

“Odd place for a meeting is it not, milady?” the fairy boy asked following, “The woods I mean.”

“Come now Ottery, I am quite put out by that red haired boy’s advances. He thinks me unkind, and does me injury with his lips,” Lady Hermione objected.

“Methinks the lady doth protest too much,” Ottery replied, his gossamer wings fluttering.

“He comes hither,” the fairy boy said laughing at his lady’s blushed cheeks.

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AN: Wherein Ottery plays various and sundry jests with his readers the more intelligent picking up the more subtle readings. This story is inspired by my Shakespearean Homework, which I even now should be doing LOL. My sincerest apologies to Will.

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OtterySt.Catchpole SS Featured Artist DA Poet Rupert is My Man! SS100 Triumphant Aethonan Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: The Wicked House Posts: 18,909 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ottery St. Catchpole Gryffindor Third Year	Homework inspired, I was doing this instead of homework see how inspiration works?LOL Paris & Kellybear r luv :Read Otty 's fics:Gone With the Wind:I♥Rupert 72. : Hermione’s Midsummer Night’s Dream – The Theban Woods in Hermione’s Dreams while at the Burrow “He doth vex me so, Master Ottery Goodfellow,” the lady said, picking up her dress, walking through the Theban woods. “The crude ruffian,” she began to fan herself. “Odd place for a meeting is it not, milady?” the fairy boy asked following, “The woods I mean.” “Come now Ottery, I am quite put out by that red haired boy’s advances. He thinks me unkind, and does me injury with his lips,” Lady Hermione objected. “Methinks the lady doth protest too much,” Ottery replied, his gossamer wings fluttering. “He comes hither,” the fairy boy said laughing at his lady’s blushed cheeks. ---------------------------------------------------------- AN: Wherein Ottery plays various and sundry jests with his readers the more intelligent picking up the more subtle readings. This story is inspired by my Shakespearean Homework, which I even now should be doing LOL. My sincerest apologies to Will. __________________