Oh, the wrong... the wrong

*a short fic gacked from veelarecs... there's no way I could keep this to myself*

Title: The Wrong Sort
Author: novembersnow
Genre: Humor.
Pairing: Dobby/Sorting Hat
Memorable moment:

"Dobby didn't mean to upset Sorting Hat."

*sulkily* "Well, you have."

"Let Dobby make it up to Sorting Hat."

"No, no, really, that's quite all right. Please, stop what you're doing with your hand. That's not..."

"Dobby likes to pet Sorting Hat."

"...that's not a nice touching place. Gah! Bad touch, Dobby! Bad touch!"

Rarrr!

Why the hell did my second wind wait till 6 in the friggin' A.M. to kick in?

*goes heat up some milk* With some luck I'll get a few hours sleep before work, but I'm not holding my breath.

blink

YOU'RE PITT MACKESON!!!
From Ride with the Devil
Well, well, well, a bit temperamental, aren't we?
Needless to say, you get what you want. You're
talented and fearless, and fabulous in heels!
Though you may come off as overly cruel, you're
really just having a spot of fun. ::grin::
You're a leader - never a follower, and you can
silence people with a mere wave of your hand.


Which Jonathan Rhys Meyers character are you?
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So... what exactly are you trying to say?

Ooooh, the colors...

Dude, the sinus medicine in the office medicine cabinet is some gooooood sh*t. Feels like I'm flying. And did you know there were -that- many little lines on the back your hand? Neat.V