Post by ~~**RonaldinhoFan4life**~~ on Jul 23, 2006 8:30:57 GMT -5
Hey People. I've started this story in the humour section. Im currently working on the second chapter. Im gona post that soon. But I wanted to see how you guys would follow it. Here's the first chapter.
Chapter 1 ...... Preparing......
Albus hurried up his stairs, which led to his room. He was in a rush and was being hurried by his wife Minerva, sio he was getting edgy. Once again Minerva called for him to hurry up. Hr grumbled a reply and made his way to his room.
"Holidays...." He muttered under his breath.
Albus hated this time of year. Him and Minerva were about to go and their holidays. All it meant was worry, stress and high blood preassure. As he reached the top of his stairs. He stopped for a moment to catch his breath. He then carried on round the corner to his room. He cursed the day he bought such a big house.
"I'm almost ready dear" He called over his shoulder to his impatient wife.
Once In his room, Albus looked around bewildered. He'd fogotton what he's came for. Suddenly he realised.
"Ahh yes. Sunscreen" He said to himself.
He walked over to his bedside canbinet. There they were. 10 bottles of factor 50 sunscreen. He chuckled to himself at the thought of Minervas reaction. Hr had to be prepared. He had frail, pale skin. He couldn't go back to hogwarts at the end of the summer looking like a tomatoe. He quickly started to load a bag full of his newly bought sunscreen. Soon, the bag was full and he couldn't fit anymore in.
"ALBUS" Screeched Minerva
Realising that he's pushed his luck on time. Albus grabbed his bag and a pair of sun-glasses and made his way downstairs. He came to face a very angry Minerva. He muttered his apologies and scuttled out of the door, just squeazing past her. He shook his head at the sight outside. A 'Taxi'.
"Minerva, why ever do we have to travel the muggle way?" He complained.
First the 'Taxi' which would take them to the muggle way that would take them across the ocean. They were going on a thing called an 'Aeroplane'
"Because Albus... We can't travel our way in broad daylight. And you know I hate port-keys" She explained impatiently to her husband.
Feeling annoyed. Albus got into the taxi. He gave a weak smile to the driver. And they set off towards the Aiport
Chapter 1 ...... Preparing......
Albus hurried up his stairs, which led to his room. He was in a rush and was being hurried by his wife Minerva, sio he was getting edgy. Once again Minerva called for him to hurry up. Hr grumbled a reply and made his way to his room.
"Holidays...." He muttered under his breath.
Albus hated this time of year. Him and Minerva were about to go and their holidays. All it meant was worry, stress and high blood preassure. As he reached the top of his stairs. He stopped for a moment to catch his breath. He then carried on round the corner to his room. He cursed the day he bought such a big house.
"I'm almost ready dear" He called over his shoulder to his impatient wife.
Once In his room, Albus looked around bewildered. He'd fogotton what he's came for. Suddenly he realised.
"Ahh yes. Sunscreen" He said to himself.
He walked over to his bedside canbinet. There they were. 10 bottles of factor 50 sunscreen. He chuckled to himself at the thought of Minervas reaction. Hr had to be prepared. He had frail, pale skin. He couldn't go back to hogwarts at the end of the summer looking like a tomatoe. He quickly started to load a bag full of his newly bought sunscreen. Soon, the bag was full and he couldn't fit anymore in.
"ALBUS" Screeched Minerva
Realising that he's pushed his luck on time. Albus grabbed his bag and a pair of sun-glasses and made his way downstairs. He came to face a very angry Minerva. He muttered his apologies and scuttled out of the door, just squeazing past her. He shook his head at the sight outside. A 'Taxi'.
"Minerva, why ever do we have to travel the muggle way?" He complained.
First the 'Taxi' which would take them to the muggle way that would take them across the ocean. They were going on a thing called an 'Aeroplane'
"Because Albus... We can't travel our way in broad daylight. And you know I hate port-keys" She explained impatiently to her husband.
Feeling annoyed. Albus got into the taxi. He gave a weak smile to the driver. And they set off towards the Aiport