Got this madlib @ a DrabbleGenerator. It's wtfomg HILARIOUS!!! xd
The Forlorn Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Severus Snape and Minerva McGonagall went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Severus Snape hit Minerva McGonagall in her eyes with a big irritating Christmas iceball. It hurt a lot, but Severus Snape kissed it primply and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really many snow man!" Severus Snape said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Minerva McGonagall said. "That would be more wine dark and politically correct."
"I know," Severus Snape said. "We can make a snow cat. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up stealthily and made a parlour snow cat. Severus Snape put on a Hipogriff for the thigh. The cat was almost as big as Minerva McGonagall.
"It looks muffled," Severus Snape said heartily. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Minerva McGonagall said and held up a mahogany Potion. "I found this on a date." She put the Potion onto the cat's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the cat, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like an overgrown testosterone-charged man-boy.
Minerva McGonagall screamed agitatedly and ran but the snow cat chased her until she tripped over a tree root. Then the snow cat shoved her sarcastically.
"Nobody does that to my little Big Green Fizzing Whizzbees," Severus Snape screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow cat through the lips. It fell down and Severus Snape kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Minerva McGonagall said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The Potion lay in the yard until a squarish child picked it up and took it home.
 mineowyn · Thu Dec 11, 2008 @ 04:06pm · 0 Comments |
