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More speach in this one. Dont worry, though. Dullan will get the truth sooner or later.
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“You’re parents were wizards?” Ron exclaimed.
“Actually, I never said anything about them being wizards. But I think they might have been, actually, now I come to think of it.”
“I thought of it”
“Yes. They were never in the house, I was always left with my baby-sitter, Nichole De Mort.”
“…”
“Why did you just say dot, dot, dot?”
“My god, Nichole De Mort?”
“Yes”
“There’s something about that name…”
“So?”
“I think. I think… I had the same baby-sitter! Yeh, once, when mum was away”
“Wow”
“Yeah”
“We need to get to Hogwarts”
Dullan and Ron were sitting outside the hospital, on a bench. The bench was cold, realised Dullan. And someone was cackling underneath it. He picked a newspaper off the floor and sat on it. That stopped the coldness.
“We could take my flying motorbike and sidecar”
“Uum..No, its, ok. He could just catch the next train…”
“Next year”
“Oh”
“C’mon, we’re taking the Ron-mobile”
So, that’s how Dullan ended up strapped in the sidecar of the “Ron-mobile”. He decided to check what was holding him on. A hook and key. On a chain.
“Um, Ron?”
They took off.
Flying in a flying anything is dangerous. Jet engine would crash, a helicopter’s
spinny things could fall off. A bird could get shot. But flying in a flying motorbike and sidecar is the most dangerous thing you could ever do in your life. Especially if you’re in the sidecar.
“Rooooooooooooooooon!!!!” screamed Dullan.
“Yes” called Ron back cheerfully.
“This isn’t really safe”
“Yeh, I know”
“Oh”
They had reached about 70mph at 2000ft. Dullan had been sick twice. Ron had laughed both times.
“Hey look! We’re right above the Hogwarts Bullet! Dullan?”
Ron looked round. The sidecar had gone. With Dullan in it.
---------------------------------------------------
“You’re parents were wizards?” Ron exclaimed.
“Actually, I never said anything about them being wizards. But I think they might have been, actually, now I come to think of it.”
“I thought of it”
“Yes. They were never in the house, I was always left with my baby-sitter, Nichole De Mort.”
“…”
“Why did you just say dot, dot, dot?”
“My god, Nichole De Mort?”
“Yes”
“There’s something about that name…”
“So?”
“I think. I think… I had the same baby-sitter! Yeh, once, when mum was away”
“Wow”
“Yeah”
“We need to get to Hogwarts”
Dullan and Ron were sitting outside the hospital, on a bench. The bench was cold, realised Dullan. And someone was cackling underneath it. He picked a newspaper off the floor and sat on it. That stopped the coldness.
“We could take my flying motorbike and sidecar”
“Uum..No, its, ok. He could just catch the next train…”
“Next year”
“Oh”
“C’mon, we’re taking the Ron-mobile”
So, that’s how Dullan ended up strapped in the sidecar of the “Ron-mobile”. He decided to check what was holding him on. A hook and key. On a chain.
“Um, Ron?”
They took off.
Flying in a flying anything is dangerous. Jet engine would crash, a helicopter’s
spinny things could fall off. A bird could get shot. But flying in a flying motorbike and sidecar is the most dangerous thing you could ever do in your life. Especially if you’re in the sidecar.
“Rooooooooooooooooon!!!!” screamed Dullan.
“Yes” called Ron back cheerfully.
“This isn’t really safe”
“Yeh, I know”
“Oh”
They had reached about 70mph at 2000ft. Dullan had been sick twice. Ron had laughed both times.
“Hey look! We’re right above the Hogwarts Bullet! Dullan?”
Ron looked round. The sidecar had gone. With Dullan in it.
Wow! That's really good! I'm gonna read the next part!
Not bad dialogue. I no longer know if this is following a Harry Potter storyline though, as I never read it, and only know the basics!
I love these things. The bit with De Mort and the cackling under the bench were my favourites.
There's just something about it that I like. Please carry on.
There's just something about it that I like. Please carry on.
More speach in this one. Dont worry, though. Dullan will get the truth sooner or later.
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“You’re parents were wizards?” Ron exclaimed.
“Actually, I never said anything about them being wizards. But I think they might have been, actually, now I come to think of it.”
“I thought of it”
“Yes. They were never in the house, I was always left with my baby-sitter, Nichole De Mort.”
“…”
“Why did you just say dot, dot, dot?”
“My god, Nichole De Mort?”
“Yes”
“There’s something about that name…”
“So?”
“I think. I think… I had the same baby-sitter! Yeh, once, when mum was away”
“Wow”
“Yeah”
“We need to get to Hogwarts”
Dullan and Ron were sitting outside the hospital, on a bench. The bench was cold, realised Dullan. And someone was cackling underneath it. He picked a newspaper off the floor and sat on it. That stopped the coldness.
“We could take my flying motorbike and sidecar”
“Uum..No, its, ok. He could just catch the next train…”
“Next year”
“Oh”
“C’mon, we’re taking the Ron-mobile”
So, that’s how Dullan ended up strapped in the sidecar of the “Ron-mobile”. He decided to check what was holding him on. A hook and key. On a chain.
“Um, Ron?”
They took off.
Flying in a flying anything is dangerous. Jet engine would crash, a helicopter’s
spinny things could fall off. A bird could get shot. But flying in a flying motorbike and sidecar is the most dangerous thing you could ever do in your life. Especially if you’re in the sidecar.
“Rooooooooooooooooon!!!!” screamed Dullan.
“Yes” called Ron back cheerfully.
“This isn’t really safe”
“Yeh, I know”
“Oh”
They had reached about 70mph at 2000ft. Dullan had been sick twice. Ron had laughed both times.
“Hey look! We’re right above the Hogwarts Bullet! Dullan?”
Ron looked round. The sidecar had gone. With Dullan in it.
---------------------------------------------------
“You’re parents were wizards?” Ron exclaimed.
“Actually, I never said anything about them being wizards. But I think they might have been, actually, now I come to think of it.”
“I thought of it”
“Yes. They were never in the house, I was always left with my baby-sitter, Nichole De Mort.”
“…”
“Why did you just say dot, dot, dot?”
“My god, Nichole De Mort?”
“Yes”
“There’s something about that name…”
“So?”
“I think. I think… I had the same baby-sitter! Yeh, once, when mum was away”
“Wow”
“Yeah”
“We need to get to Hogwarts”
Dullan and Ron were sitting outside the hospital, on a bench. The bench was cold, realised Dullan. And someone was cackling underneath it. He picked a newspaper off the floor and sat on it. That stopped the coldness.
“We could take my flying motorbike and sidecar”
“Uum..No, its, ok. He could just catch the next train…”
“Next year”
“Oh”
“C’mon, we’re taking the Ron-mobile”
So, that’s how Dullan ended up strapped in the sidecar of the “Ron-mobile”. He decided to check what was holding him on. A hook and key. On a chain.
“Um, Ron?”
They took off.
Flying in a flying anything is dangerous. Jet engine would crash, a helicopter’s
spinny things could fall off. A bird could get shot. But flying in a flying motorbike and sidecar is the most dangerous thing you could ever do in your life. Especially if you’re in the sidecar.
“Rooooooooooooooooon!!!!” screamed Dullan.
“Yes” called Ron back cheerfully.
“This isn’t really safe”
“Yeh, I know”
“Oh”
They had reached about 70mph at 2000ft. Dullan had been sick twice. Ron had laughed both times.
“Hey look! We’re right above the Hogwarts Bullet! Dullan?”
Ron looked round. The sidecar had gone. With Dullan in it.