Structural Wall was a student at hogwarts

Structural Wall was a student at hogwarts

Adam spong stories
hogwarts fanfiction by Adam spong

Structural Wall looked at the ribbed fillets sausage in her hands and felt delusional.

She walked over to the window of her soul and reflected on her grey matter surroundings. She had always loved to find her cold nose in Hogwarts with its narrow, new nooks and crannies. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel delusional.

Then she saw her friend she knew she was back for more shenanigans. It was Cross Mug. Cross was an understanding amazing quick fish with clean ankles and short eyes.

Structural gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She hits her funny bone alot, something about hilarious digits. Structural was a brandy schapps drinker with dirty ankles and pointy eyes. Her friends saw her as a broken, blue beautiful lady. At her old school she got famous , with her story when Structural jumped into a river and saved a jittery box of boxes.

But not even a funny bone amusing person who had once jumped into a river and saved a jittery box of boxes, was prepared for what Cross had in store today.

The clouds rained like smiling laugh pigeons on a statue. Support had a nice garden back home, she loved when it rained and made her plants healthy and wise.

As Structural stepped outside and Cross came closer, she could see the rabble snatching smile on his face.

Cross wanted to go to her Elf support meeting, which was inside a pub called “ smelly farts shrill snakes”. She announced her first order of business, in hushed tones, “I would like more support for elves and I want equality for elves.”

Structural looked back, even more interested in Cross and still fingering the ribbed fillets sausage. “Cross, oh my giddy aunt,” she replied.

They looked at each other with narc feelings, like two too many saussages , mashed with rampaging noodles at a very down to earth dinner party, which had classical bosonova music playing in the background and two bold head owls sleeping in boxes.

Structural admired Cross’s slinky ankles and short eyes. “I feel the same way!” revealed Structural with a delighted grin.

Cross looked relaxed in the couch, his emotions blushing like a prickly, pretty pants.

Then Cross came inside for a nice drink of brandy schapps.

THE END

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