Me: by rainydaie
What can be said but that I have a terrible sense of humor? No idea who Aly is
or what she means to Remus. She’s just there. This takes place… whenever. As
you might have deduced, this story has no place in anything, or any time. The
usual disclaimers. Oh, and credit to whoever invented it for Butterbeer Extra. Fine
then. The unusual disclaimers.
is the hygiene of the mind.
sat before me, her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed. I narrowed my own. The
Butterbeer was affecting my sight more than usual; the word search swam before
In the midst of a tangle of letters lay the word necrosis. I stuck my
tongue between my teeth and circled it, then slid the paper and quill to Aly.
said Aly. “You found it, you bastard.”
grinned lopsidedly at her. “You get polyandrium.”
Aly muttered, and took a swig of Butterbeer. I was still quite amazed that the
simple substance could make me feel so... intoxicated.
glanced up at me. “Butterbeer Extra, Remus.”
seconds later, the word search was before my rather dazed eyes.
said Aly, “have the privilege of finding appurtenance.”
giggled and circled it.
that,” I said.
me,” muttered Aly.
don’t know which it was – I laughed so hard I cried, or I cried so hard I