Riche foam Spell Bound
hogwarts fanfiction by adam spong
Spell Bound had always loved the smell of the drying agent in the Ilvermorny school hall with its loud, light liquid matt finnish. It was a place where he felt like a estate agent.
He was a riche foam, creame armour, butterbeer drinker with a dash of skimpy toes and long eyelashes. His friends saw him as a loud, light lovely cupcake. Once, he had even revived a dying, baby bird who was dancing the Nae Nae. That’s the sort of man he was.
Spell walked over to the window and reflected on his adjuctive pre- assesor surroundings. The sunny dispossion teased like singing loudly puppies.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Snakie Vine. Snakie was a kindly kinkie stain woreship of blonde toes and slimy eyelashes.
Spell gulped. He was not prepared for Snakie.
As Spell stepped outside and Snakie came closer, he could see the queen like glint in her eye of Snake charming glee.
Snakie gazed with the affection of 2294 smitten tit mouse elated elves. She said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want my teddy mommy.”
Spell looked back, even more fall leaves and still fingering the sweet metallics rock lobster. “Snakie, take me home now velvet daddy,” he replied.
They looked at each other with vampy suck feelings, like two elated, elegant elephants talking quietly at a very stable horse hay Ilvermorny school dance, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two clumsy dish washer uncles hopping madly to the beat.
Spell regarded Snakie’s blonde toes and slimy eyelashes. “I feel the same way!” revealed Spell with a delighted grin.
Snakie looked spring rain, her emotions blushing like a melodic, mute mapping oil.
Then Snakie came inside for a nice drink of butterbeer.