Post by pevensie on Jul 16, 2007 20:23:28 GMT -5
One rung at a time, Ian hauled himself up the rickety old ladder that was set up against the outside of the Leaky Cauldron. A tangled mess of Christmas lights were lumped in his hand, and a mostly empty Firewhiskey bottle was in the other. He panted slightly as he reached the top, clambering onto the tiled roof, covered in a light dusting of snow. Aside from a heavy winter coat, he wore a Father Christmas hat, perched jauntily on his head.
As he began to string the lines slightly crookedly around the roof, he started to sing, loudly and rather off-key. "God rest ye merry hippogriffs, let nothing you dismay! Remember Harry Potter was born midsummer’s day!" He broke off here to take a large gulp of firewhiskey, and continued "singing" to the street.
"To save us all from Voldemort who’d sworn the boy he’d slay
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy! Oh, tidings of comfort and joy!" A group of rowdy dwarves, stumbling up the street, joined in for the second verse.
"So to the Boy Who Lived, great Dumbledore then came
And bore him to his relatives who hardly knew his name
He grew up like his parentage with powers of the same
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy! Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy!" Ian stopped to take another swig of whiskey, then shouted, "Everybody, now!"
(open to everyone of age, as it is past 10:00!)
As he began to string the lines slightly crookedly around the roof, he started to sing, loudly and rather off-key. "God rest ye merry hippogriffs, let nothing you dismay! Remember Harry Potter was born midsummer’s day!" He broke off here to take a large gulp of firewhiskey, and continued "singing" to the street.
"To save us all from Voldemort who’d sworn the boy he’d slay
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy! Oh, tidings of comfort and joy!" A group of rowdy dwarves, stumbling up the street, joined in for the second verse.
"So to the Boy Who Lived, great Dumbledore then came
And bore him to his relatives who hardly knew his name
He grew up like his parentage with powers of the same
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy! Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy!" Ian stopped to take another swig of whiskey, then shouted, "Everybody, now!"
(open to everyone of age, as it is past 10:00!)