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Post by Madeline Speare on Aug 28, 2007 0:39:41 GMT
"Yeah," I laugh softly resting my head into the crook of his neck,"God we yelled at each other for a long time."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 28, 2007 12:47:55 GMT
"Ages." I laugh slightly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Aug 29, 2007 2:09:38 GMT
"That'd be a great story to tell the baby," I laugh.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 29, 2007 12:04:53 GMT
"Hmm...yeah, how we met and yelled profanities at each other..."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Aug 29, 2007 20:44:15 GMT
"Yeah, great story, got it all planned out, you mummy and daddy met in Borgin and Burkes where your daddy nearly gave me a heart attack."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 29, 2007 20:48:50 GMT
I laugh, "Or maybe we could just not tell them at all?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Aug 29, 2007 20:54:57 GMT
"Every kid wants to know how they're parents met, how they fell in love...okay well the girls do at least."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 29, 2007 20:58:43 GMT
"Right, well you can tell it then."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Aug 29, 2007 21:04:59 GMT
"Fine I will, the story continues, after your father nearly gave me a heart attack, he tries to kill me in the forest."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 29, 2007 21:06:50 GMT
"And we can't leave that part out?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Aug 29, 2007 21:19:50 GMT
"No, it adds to the plot," I laugh,"After that I think we ended up in the Three Broomsticks?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 29, 2007 21:21:18 GMT
"Yeah, we did. Three Broomsticks, then we kept getting distracted on the way back to the castle."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Aug 29, 2007 21:41:10 GMT
"Haha yes. The old lady who wouldn't get out of my way."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 29, 2007 21:42:25 GMT
I laugh, "Yeah."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Aug 29, 2007 21:50:08 GMT
"We didn't get back up to the castle for a while."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 29, 2007 21:50:56 GMT
"No, took us ages. And you were drunk and seeing imaginary cats."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Aug 29, 2007 21:53:21 GMT
"I'm telling you there was a cat!" I laugh,"Yeah, well not like it mattered, we stayed the night in a hotel."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 29, 2007 21:55:43 GMT
"There was no cat," I laugh, "Yeah, maybe we should leave that part out."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Aug 29, 2007 22:01:59 GMT
"Was too!" I laugh,"Er..yeah. Doubt it'll want to know what went on in the motel room."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 29, 2007 22:03:47 GMT
"There was no cat, you were drunk," I laugh, "Yeah, I think that's a safe bet."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Aug 29, 2007 22:13:35 GMT
"I still say there was a cat." I mumble,"Yeah, I think that would scar it for life."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 29, 2007 22:16:41 GMT
"I still say there wasn't a cat," I say, "And agreed, no scarring it for life."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Aug 30, 2007 1:50:49 GMT
"Alright, after Three Broomsticks, it was the shrieking shack, I think."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 30, 2007 8:46:32 GMT
"Yeah, and then after that was when we yelled at each other, wasn't it?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Aug 30, 2007 22:07:16 GMT
"Yes, I think it was. Down at Hagrid's hut." I laugh.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 31, 2007 16:00:28 GMT
"In the rain." I laugh.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 1, 2007 1:13:17 GMT
"Yes, I got sick after that." I laugh.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 1, 2007 12:32:25 GMT
"You always get sick after you stay out in the rain."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 1, 2007 12:37:54 GMT
"That's cos your always out in the rain, and I'm always with you."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 1, 2007 12:41:07 GMT
"I don't get sick though. You should stay inside when it's raining."
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