The writing is on the...err....blackboard.
Apr 17, 2017 22:48:32 GMT
Post by Dominic Evans on Apr 17, 2017 22:48:32 GMT
Dominic was feeling a bit bored. The 11 year old needed some stimulation, he needed something to do, anything. He was tired of hunting for Fribble dubbles and Wazzabucks had gotten rather boring rather quickly. Trying to think up of pranks to play on people was fun but sometimes a bit dangerous and he didn’t really feel like trying to risk the wrath of older students, not today. He might be a bit eccentric but sometimes he knew where to draw the line. Trying to discover all the hiding areas of Hogwarts was also a lot harder than the little Hufflepuff thought it was going to be. He wanted to do it by Christmas but it was well passed the deadline now and he was pretty sure he had only discovered about 25% of the hidden areas of Hogwarts. (In reality he had discovered next to nothing.)
Still the blonde haired lad wanted to do something, something that would entertain himself. Perhaps doing his mounting pile of homework would be a more practical use of his time but Dommie thought that was rather boring. He would always do his homework a bit later. Either that or claim that his homework has taken by an advance alien race of alien snails from outer space for their evil thought experiments. However that was a problem for future Dominic to worry about, right now the Puff needed something to do.
An idea came to the first year rather suddenly. Yes, this could be fun. He would write things on the blackboard. Anything. Random things. Fun things. It didn’t really matter as long as it was something interesting. He entered an empty classroom and took a bit of chalk and considered what to write.
The ninja squirrels have stolen my underwear was the first thing he wrote on the blackboard. He took a step back and looked rather proud before thinking of what the next thing that he could write down.
The colour pink is spying on everyone in the middle of the night that was something rather less fun, but it was still good.
Tomorrow is the day when all the pigeons will initiate their secretive plan to take over the world by replacing everyone’s shoes with sausages that sing backwards badly that one was even better than his first and second writings.
The little boy took a few steps back to admire his, rather imaginative, writings on the blackboard and tried to think of a few new things to write down. Perhaps he could warn people that their socks are actually secret spying devices and the only way to de-activate them is to wear the same pair for a year or more. Dominic had been wearing the same pair for the last 6 months now.
Still the blonde haired lad wanted to do something, something that would entertain himself. Perhaps doing his mounting pile of homework would be a more practical use of his time but Dommie thought that was rather boring. He would always do his homework a bit later. Either that or claim that his homework has taken by an advance alien race of alien snails from outer space for their evil thought experiments. However that was a problem for future Dominic to worry about, right now the Puff needed something to do.
An idea came to the first year rather suddenly. Yes, this could be fun. He would write things on the blackboard. Anything. Random things. Fun things. It didn’t really matter as long as it was something interesting. He entered an empty classroom and took a bit of chalk and considered what to write.
The ninja squirrels have stolen my underwear was the first thing he wrote on the blackboard. He took a step back and looked rather proud before thinking of what the next thing that he could write down.
The colour pink is spying on everyone in the middle of the night that was something rather less fun, but it was still good.
Tomorrow is the day when all the pigeons will initiate their secretive plan to take over the world by replacing everyone’s shoes with sausages that sing backwards badly that one was even better than his first and second writings.
The little boy took a few steps back to admire his, rather imaginative, writings on the blackboard and tried to think of a few new things to write down. Perhaps he could warn people that their socks are actually secret spying devices and the only way to de-activate them is to wear the same pair for a year or more. Dominic had been wearing the same pair for the last 6 months now.
