Fabian Wildman was all excited when he saw me this morning. I thought it was because he was getting ready to go to the parades. He said it was because he'd some good news for me.
He said that he read that the Ron Weasley had the swine flu and that now was my chance to get hot and heavy with Hermione Granger. I told him that Ron Weasley was fine and that it was only the actor Rupert Grint who acted him that was sick but that he was better and if I ever had a chance I'd missed it.
He looked a bit crestfallen, but he soon cheered up when I asked him what he was doing today. He said he'd sniffed some sharpies and he was off to watch the parades. He asked if I fancied joining him, it's not really my thing but it's been a while since we done felt tips together, so I stuck a blue white board marker up my nose and off we went.
We were there for a wee while digging on da tunes when I said to Fabian Wildman that they should write some tunes for dancing.
This spide said that I wasn't a true prod and that him and his mates would fight me.
I told him he had a point but that I'd a better one and I'd be sticking it up his arse with my foot.
Apart from that the rest of the day was fine.
