Rants and Rambles

The Dream

Last night I had a weird dream. It went like this:

I was standing in a room with Professer Quirrel(hope I spelt that right). He was handing me a pogo stick.

I told him I didn't want the pogo stick. He kept shoving it in my face. I kept refusing.

Then Quirrel got irritated, and pulled his turban off, so dearest Voldy could speak.

Then, Voldemort yelled at me, "Take it! It is your destiny!"

Then he lunged for me.

Then I woke up.

Well, that's the end of this story, until next update,

Puff out.