Post by Sensiblyquirky on Mar 18, 2005 21:27:47 GMT -5
*Thanks to Karlie for the makings of an idea. If you like it give her credit too.*
“Albus what kind of a place is this?” his wife of five years asked as the wizard lead her through the crowded marketplace.
“A flea market my dear. I’ve been told one can find interesting things in these places.”
“Interesting is right,” Minerva replied as she eyed some heart shaped gliders near by.
“I certainly hope you don’t intend to buy something for our home.”
“I bet you’ll find all kinds of things,” Albus replied.
“C’mon now,” pulling his wife through the crowd Albus happily lead her toward an area labeled “Inflatables.”
Albus dropped Minerva’s hand when he saw a purple inflatable chair. But as soon as he sat in it he was calling for Minerva.
“So now you want me. A mere ten seconds ago you couldn’t wait to get away from me.”
Ignoring her comments Albus showed off his “great” find. “It is purple, and so light. I could throw it at you…”
“Don’t you dare.” Minerva warned.
“and you could catch it. I wouldn’t actually throw it at you. Do you see someone I could purchase it from?”
“It sits too low to the ground. You won’t be able to get up and down in a matter of days. Look for something else.”
“If I’m so old I can’t sit in that chair I wonder how I’m able to support us in some of those positions you always seem so eager to try.” Albus countered.
Minerva merely rolled her eyes.
“I think I’m perfectly able to get in and out of that chair, and I want to buy it.”
“Fine. I’m going to look somewhere else.”
A week later Minerva was sitting in their library when she heard a loud bang.
“Albus? What happened?” she called not rising from her spot.
“Bloody chair. It actually popped!”
“How?”
“Well, I was trying to enlarge it so it wasn’t so close to the ground,” he mumbled but Minerva still heard him.
“I’ve married myself a smart one.” Minerva dryly replied.
“What?”
“I’ve been gradually enlarging it all week. I thought you would have noticed by now, but I guess not.”
“I’m going to buy another one.” Albus declared.
“If you do I’ll put an anti-enlargement chair on it, and if your back is sore I will refuse to rub it.”
“You always win,” he grumbled leaving the room.
“Of course, dear. That is as it should be.”
“Albus what kind of a place is this?” his wife of five years asked as the wizard lead her through the crowded marketplace.
“A flea market my dear. I’ve been told one can find interesting things in these places.”
“Interesting is right,” Minerva replied as she eyed some heart shaped gliders near by.
“I certainly hope you don’t intend to buy something for our home.”
“I bet you’ll find all kinds of things,” Albus replied.
“C’mon now,” pulling his wife through the crowd Albus happily lead her toward an area labeled “Inflatables.”
Albus dropped Minerva’s hand when he saw a purple inflatable chair. But as soon as he sat in it he was calling for Minerva.
“So now you want me. A mere ten seconds ago you couldn’t wait to get away from me.”
Ignoring her comments Albus showed off his “great” find. “It is purple, and so light. I could throw it at you…”
“Don’t you dare.” Minerva warned.
“and you could catch it. I wouldn’t actually throw it at you. Do you see someone I could purchase it from?”
“It sits too low to the ground. You won’t be able to get up and down in a matter of days. Look for something else.”
“If I’m so old I can’t sit in that chair I wonder how I’m able to support us in some of those positions you always seem so eager to try.” Albus countered.
Minerva merely rolled her eyes.
“I think I’m perfectly able to get in and out of that chair, and I want to buy it.”
“Fine. I’m going to look somewhere else.”
A week later Minerva was sitting in their library when she heard a loud bang.
“Albus? What happened?” she called not rising from her spot.
“Bloody chair. It actually popped!”
“How?”
“Well, I was trying to enlarge it so it wasn’t so close to the ground,” he mumbled but Minerva still heard him.
“I’ve married myself a smart one.” Minerva dryly replied.
“What?”
“I’ve been gradually enlarging it all week. I thought you would have noticed by now, but I guess not.”
“I’m going to buy another one.” Albus declared.
“If you do I’ll put an anti-enlargement chair on it, and if your back is sore I will refuse to rub it.”
“You always win,” he grumbled leaving the room.
“Of course, dear. That is as it should be.”
I had one of those chairs once and my cat burst it 
