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My father is so anxious to bother me and poke fun at my slash writing---Leslie finally got my Lego!Draco to me (*LOVES Leslie SO much*) and I was parading them around the house. "Look at my Lego!Draco! Look at my Lego!Harry! Aren't they the cutest??" And then my Dad took them, and he was talking to them, "Ah, see, you guys aren't close enough to make Rachel happy." Then he proceeded to have my Legos drop their cute little brooms and start snogging each other, while he made odd smooching sound effects. My response?
*BLINK*
*SCREECH* "OH MY GOD, YOU'RE SUCH A PERVERT! GIVE ME MY LEGOS!"
To which I grabbed Lego!Harry&Draco, their brooms, and retreated to my room to continue writing my Lickable!Draco fic. Sometimes ironic hypocrisy is so much fun!
A note: I love Spirit's Landing. About time we had a Wiccan store in Conway. I adore it.
*BLINK*
*SCREECH* "OH MY GOD, YOU'RE SUCH A PERVERT! GIVE ME MY LEGOS!"
To which I grabbed Lego!Harry&Draco, their brooms, and retreated to my room to continue writing my Lickable!Draco fic. Sometimes ironic hypocrisy is so much fun!
A note: I love Spirit's Landing. About time we had a Wiccan store in Conway. I adore it.