OMG, this is brilliantly inventive and funny! Each encounter better than the last, with just the right people getting their perfect comeuppance. And Sir Nick's voice is priceless; that man has a real flair for turning phrases -- or wafting them, perhaps I should say. Here, let me quote about a million of my favorites:
a tumbling dwarf with a vicious bladder-on-a-stick and humour bawdier than a ship of naval goblins on Veela Isle. Oh, the stories he told! Ahaha! I bet.
You asked for the most outrageous tales of coital mishap. "After all, that non-corporeal drifting must be good for something," you said. "Nick, you must have witnessed a goodly number of shenanigans and frothy encounters," you said. Yes, indeed, that's exactly what I would say to Sir N M-P, were he to float into my ken. Who isn't desperate for tales of HP coital mishap?
The thing about being a ghost, you see, is that one becomes somewhat above propriety. Or wafts past it, I suppose. Ha! Exactly.
There he will be, on his hands and knees in the middle of the turret-room sheepskin rug, issuing orders like nobody's business. Now here's a visual that will be with me for life. (This whole episode is inspired.)
It started as a kind of murmur - not unlike the groans of passion that had rung around the walls minutes before - then gathered pace as a kind of querulous warble before blossoming into a full-voiced scream. Now here's a sound that will be with me for life. Ow, I can just hear him. Hahaha, ouch.
He had kept going with the pestle, firm of wrist and generous of conviction AHAHA! I'm so glad Severus got a good laugh, poor morose boy.
And on the subject of visuals that have maimed me for life -- let's talk Gilderoy.
Is one to applaud such omnivorousness, or decide that a society - however liberal - must have some standards and guidelines? Indeed, to make up my mind, I had to go back and watch. Often. I applaud Sir Nick's careful ethical and empirical practices. Minerva is all brisk, unflappable perfection (love that parting slap), and as for Peeves, well, my heart positively warmed to him.
a tumbling dwarf with a vicious bladder-on-a-stick and humour bawdier than a ship of naval goblins on Veela Isle. Oh, the stories he told!
Ahaha! I bet.
You asked for the most outrageous tales of coital mishap. "After all, that non-corporeal drifting must be good for something," you said. "Nick, you must have witnessed a goodly number of shenanigans and frothy encounters," you said.
Yes, indeed, that's exactly what I would say to Sir N M-P, were he to float into my ken. Who isn't desperate for tales of HP coital mishap?
The thing about being a ghost, you see, is that one becomes somewhat above propriety. Or wafts past it, I suppose.
Ha! Exactly.
There he will be, on his hands and knees in the middle of the turret-room sheepskin rug, issuing orders like nobody's business.
Now here's a visual that will be with me for life. (This whole episode is inspired.)
It started as a kind of murmur - not unlike the groans of passion that had rung around the walls minutes before - then gathered pace as a kind of querulous warble before blossoming into a full-voiced scream.
Now here's a sound that will be with me for life. Ow, I can just hear him. Hahaha, ouch.
He had kept going with the pestle, firm of wrist and generous of conviction
AHAHA! I'm so glad Severus got a good laugh, poor morose boy.
And on the subject of visuals that have maimed me for life -- let's talk Gilderoy.
Is one to applaud such omnivorousness, or decide that a society - however liberal - must have some standards and guidelines? Indeed, to make up my mind, I had to go back and watch. Often.
I applaud Sir Nick's careful ethical and empirical practices. Minerva is all brisk, unflappable perfection (love that parting slap), and as for Peeves, well, my heart positively warmed to him.
Genius, PFC. You've outdone yourself, dear.