Shmit -- Our Marauder Spoof

[ Show ]

Support VoyForums

[ Shrink ]

VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Contact Forum Admin ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1, [2], 3 ]

Subject: Shmit

Author:
Peter

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 14:41:38 05/20/03 Tue

It was then that James' forgotten older adopted brother, Shmit, came down the stairs. He just looked at the lot of them in their caotic state and wondered why he'd been adopted into this family.
His hair was combed over his baldspot as usual. Shmit was a working man, he worked down at the ministry of magic and held a very secretive life, living in his attic bedroom when he was home and going to work at odd hours of the night. No one really knew what Shmit did all day, or what his perffesion was. His parent's wished that he would move out and pay for things with his salary, rather than living off them for the past 37 years. And believe me when i tell you, Shmit was a big fellow and it took ALOT to feed him. It had often been questioned weither he was part giant...
"What the bloody hell's going on here?" Shmit hollard over the others. They froze in their possitions. "Have you all gone mad?"
They looked down at their feet in shame. "Now you lot don't 'ave time to go around and be this odd. You all need to get to the train station before you're forced to drive our illegal flying muggle auto (car) and smash into the wampingwillow and nearly get suspended.........now what does that sound like deshavu(sp)?"
"Son, we don't own a flying muggle auto..."
Finally Peter screwed up enough courage to ask, "What's a wamping willow."
He was answered with a barrage of "SHUT UPS!". He wimpered before withdrawing into the fireplace.

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]