As they were walking down the strange path, they noticed something weird... "Hmm..." Dad said, confused. "Spring in December?" As if that wasnt odd enough, they kept walking down the road, they heard cats meowing.. wild cats meowing.. and as they kept walking, Menchie started running like a mad man, since she had seen the cats, but they were much faster than her. They knocked down the carrige, and fought with Dad. He, on the other hand, was trying to outrun the cats. Fortunately, he ran into this mysterious castle, that was most definitely not beautiful. He walked in, curious to see what was inside...

❝Hello, this is the Starb-❞ ❝HEEELP ME!! PLEASE! THERE'S A MURDERER IN MY HOUSE!❞ ❝OH SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!! WHAT DO I DO?! THIS IS STARBUCKS, NOT FREAKING 911. WAIT, HOLD ON. TRY TO KEEP YOURSELF ALIVE, I'LL CALL 911!! STAY CALM. IT'S GOING TO BE O- ❞ ❝Wait...did you just say Starbucks?❞ ❝Um...yeah?❞ ❝They have a hotline?❞ ---- fun conversations between two Potterheads over the Starbucks hotline. [highest rank: #6 in short story] [highest rank: #2 in short story 5/6/17]