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Anna Banana · 02-24-2009, 04:44 PM

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Originally Posted by Biochemkris

He looked on, unable to react in time. The poor girl was doused with a couple of potions he'd been saving. The first was the singing suspension he made in preparation for his beginner potions lesson and the second was a hair raising potion. So, after the girl put her hands to her head it seemed the potion began taking effect, all of her hair standing up in all directions. And the next time she went to speak he was fairly certain she's burst into song.

"Peeves!" he shouted again, angrily. That was going too far. he could have killed the girl! But, then a thought sprang into his head. A vision of Peeves riding around the school on a pink thestral pony and he burst out laughing. He couldn't stop and nearly fell to the floor. With tears in his eyes he waved his wand in a rather complicated motion and cast a nonverbal spell which conjured a bright pink, ghostly, thestral into the air between himself and Peeves.

Anna giggled at the sight of the bright pink, ghostly Thestral. Well, Peeves had certainly said that the one thing he wanted more than anything else was to either have a pretty, happy, sweet, pink Thestral pony or to determine what certain potions would do when mixed together. From the looks of it, Peeves was about to get exactly what he wished for. Anna opened her mouth to tell the Poltergeist just what she'd been thinking, but as soon as she did, a strange, strange occurence happened. She found that that one thing she wanted more than anything else was to sing about her very favorite things. To make sure Peeves didn't feel left out, she'd tweak the song just a bit to add in his favorite things, as well.

So with that thought in mind, Anna jumped to the top of the nearest desk, raised her hands into the air, and began to sing.

Raindrops on puffapods and whiskers on kittens;
Bright copper cauldrons and warm woolen mittens;
Brown paper packages tied up with strings;
These are a few of my favorite things.

Pink, ghostly ponies and crisp apple strudels;
Cruppies and broom sticks and schnitzel with noodles;
Wild dragons that fly with the moon on their wings;
These are a few of my favorite things.

Ghosts in white dresses with blue satin sashes;
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes;
Silver-white winters that melt into springs;
These are a few of my favorite things.

When the crup bites,
When the billywig stings,
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel so bad.

02-24-2009, 04:44 PM	#97 (permalink)
Anna Banana DMC & DMGS Selkie Join Date: Nov 2007 Posts: 36,512 Hogwarts RPG Name: Eliza Bellerose Slytherin Second Year x1	Hiss!Roar!Growl!Caw! \| Hermione's Double \| The Little Three \| Alecate Quote: Originally Posted by Biochemkris He looked on, unable to react in time. The poor girl was doused with a couple of potions he'd been saving. The first was the singing suspension he made in preparation for his beginner potions lesson and the second was a hair raising potion. So, after the girl put her hands to her head it seemed the potion began taking effect, all of her hair standing up in all directions. And the next time she went to speak he was fairly certain she's burst into song. "Peeves!" he shouted again, angrily. That was going too far. he could have killed the girl! But, then a thought sprang into his head. A vision of Peeves riding around the school on a pink thestral pony and he burst out laughing. He couldn't stop and nearly fell to the floor. With tears in his eyes he waved his wand in a rather complicated motion and cast a nonverbal spell which conjured a bright pink, ghostly, thestral into the air between himself and Peeves. Anna giggled at the sight of the bright pink, ghostly Thestral. Well, Peeves had certainly said that the one thing he wanted more than anything else was to either have a pretty, happy, sweet, pink Thestral pony or to determine what certain potions would do when mixed together. From the looks of it, Peeves was about to get exactly what he wished for. Anna opened her mouth to tell the Poltergeist just what she'd been thinking, but as soon as she did, a strange, strange occurence happened. She found that that one thing she wanted more than anything else was to *sing* about her very favorite things. To make sure Peeves didn't feel left out, she'd tweak the song just a bit to add in his favorite things, as well. So with that thought in mind, Anna jumped to the top of the nearest desk, raised her hands into the air, and began to sing. Raindrops on puffapods and whiskers on kittens; Bright copper cauldrons and warm woolen mittens; Brown paper packages tied up with strings; These are a few of my favorite things. Pink, ghostly ponies and crisp apple strudels; Cruppies and broom sticks and schnitzel with noodles; Wild dragons that fly with the moon on their wings; These are a few of my favorite things. Ghosts in white dresses with blue satin sashes; Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes; Silver-white winters that melt into springs; These are a few of my favorite things. When the crup bites, When the billywig stings, When I'm feeling sad, I simply remember my favorite things, And then I don't feel so bad. __________________ Last edited by Anna Banana; 02-24-2009 at 07:47 PM.