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 Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 8:04 pm
...Presenting...
...A Tale of Magic and Wonder...
...Of Danger and Fear...
...Betrayal, Lust, Love, and Vengeance...
...And Above All...
...Ultimate Dorkiness...
~JOHNATHON BOBBINS~
And The Witch's Jewel
ATTENTION: This is in no way to be taken seriously...I just like being a dork and making fun of Harry Pothead. If people find this offensive, just tell me and I'll get rid of it.
Lord Rottenwart was an evil man...he killed lots of people...
...Then one day...the powerful wizard Helga disposed of him...
...With the help of her life-long friend Wiggonigal...
...But word has it that Rottenwart is rising again...
...And that he is doing so with the help of his trusted apprentice...
...Bobby Ratface...
...What will happen to Johnathon Bobbins and his friends in this magical adventure...
...Find out...
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 3:53 am
Twas' a dark day at Hogsmort castle. Rumors spread around the castle that Lord Rottenwart was returning to power. Jonathon Bobbins was hardly able to concentrate on his herbology class. All he could think about was Lord Rottenwart and how he had killed his loved ones. Donald Jobbins was Jonathon's best friend and tried to keep Jonathon's mind off of Lord Rottenwart. It was a hard job but it had to be done, and anyway, he was his best friend. He also had to make sure Jonathon didn't fail Herbology. For if he did, he would be kicked out of Hogsmort. Professor Wiggonigal slaped Jonathon's desk, squaking at him to wake his lazy butt up. She senced something wrong with him though. She asked him to stay after class for a detention for sleeping in class. Everyone laughed at him as he put his head down and said ok. Little did he know that she was just using that as a decoy to find out what was bugging Jonathon...
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Shake_Soda_07 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 7:50 pm
After Herbology class, which wasn't called Herbology class, 'twas called "Plants", Professor Wiggonigal asked Johnathon to stay, meaning to talk to him about what was wrong. Once everyone had left she closed and locked the doors, "Mister Bobbins, I expect you to tell me what is troubling you. I am concerned for your well-being."
Wiggonigal had an elderly woman's voice of high octave, and buggy gray eyes. She always wore black robes and some kind of black, pointed hat. Her skin, wrinkled and pallid, showed her age.
"Well..." Johnathon began, "you see Professor...I've been having these dreams...and my scar...has been hurting..."
"Your scar has been hurting?" she asked, intrigued, with a slight amount of fear in her tone and manner.
"Yes..." he pulled his black sleeve up to reveal his scar...a single eye, "burning more than anything...I think 'tis important that-..."
The Professor interrupted him, "You should hurry to the hospital wing. I will go and inform Headmaster Helga of your situation. Do not worry Mister Bobbins, everything will be alright."
She started to turn and leave when he stopped her, "Erm...Professor...are the rumors really true...?"
Wiggonigal stopped and sighed, "...I cannot answer that Bobbins...I myself do not know..."
He frowned, "Oh...alright...just...curious..."
Uneasy he left the room and headed for the hospital wing.
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