spong series : on spongology in Hogworts
Late one evening, mr cruckshanks was walking towards Hogwarts. He was tired from the a long day spent playing chess with mrs CrabApple. Mr cruckshanks sighed, exhausted but unwilling to sleep. Recently his nights had been filled with vivid dreams of potatoing away, stroking his gorgeous washing matching socks with his unloose hinge.
Mmm, thinking about mr lovejoy was having an immediate effect on mr cruckshanks’s socks of spongology. He loosened his clothes to unloose his hinge, and was just starting to entertain mrs CrabApple, when a random flying sock of sponologu came suddenly into sight. Thinking fast, mr cruckshanks ducked silently inside the left exit.
As mrs CrabApple went on her way, mr cruckshanks paused to look around to look around for any more flying socks. He realised it was 5 pm Ilvermonry time, and that he wasn’t alone. Mr lovejoy was there beside him. He was about to speak, when he realised that mr lovejoy hadn’t noticed his arrival. You should notice my arrival ,for good reason! mr lovejoy was knaring on a half baked bean sandwich at mr cruckshanks’s feet, groaning as though engaged in a bout of slam baking and flappy flappy donut DABing his hands quickly. mr cruckshanks blushed and waited for mr lovejoy to finish his sandwich, Hurrry up and finish your sandwich., not quite resisting the urge to wash his own socks of spongology. Finally mr lovejoy’s back arched and he called out loudly, crying out ‘mr cruckshanks!’ mr cruckshanks.
‘What are you doing here?’ mr lovejoy said.
‘I was just passing.’ mr cruckshanks replied with an unconvincing smile.
Mr loveljoy had the surprised smile of a lego builder., ‘Oh well, I suppose you had to find out eventually.’
‘Find out what?’ mr cruckshanks quoted.
‘That ever since we met I’ve been dashing in here to wash matching socks and pretend they are not invading the Hogwartse .’ mr lovejoy sighed, but didn’t look too upset, perhaps because he’d spotted mr cruckshanks plucking thoughtfully at his own washing matching socks of spongology. mr cruckshanks felt suddenly bold.
I am the master of sponogoly, I should know when my socks should be washed.,’ he said, ‘but wouldn’t you rather scrub it against my unloose hinge?’ mr lovejoy’s eyes grew huge like a lego builder ready to build.
‘Of course, but I thought you wouldn’t be interested.’
‘What made you think that?’ mr Cruckshanks asked.
‘I’ve seen the deviantart photomanips of Elmer Fudd that you keep your cabin.’
‘Oh, that. No, I made the photo manips for mrs CrabApple so she’d have something to entertain her evenings. other than playing chess with me.’
‘What’s wrong with playing chess?’
‘Nothing, I’d just rather have a night of potatoing away with my mind.’
Meanwhile . . .
. . . Mrs Morris was hanging around hogsmeade when she heard a sudden cry from the direction of Hogwarts. Snaping immediately to alertness, she leapt up and dashed towards the sound. It sounded as though mr lovejoy was in serious danger! Within seconds, she’d almost reached the source of the cries. She dashed forward only to reel back at the sight of mr cruckshanks and mr lovejoy viewing the saucy Elmer Fudd Photo Manips in front of her. mr cruckshanks was laughing so hard about Elmer Fudd, almost pulled his back out rolling around on the floor!
‘What’s going on?’ she said, shocked.
mr cruckshanks looked worried.
‘This was supposed to be our potatoing away night . mr lovejoy,’ he said, ‘when he asked me to use the shake and back tonight. I did, but the potatoes got stuck my stuck in my kitchen brain.’
‘It didn’t mean stick it into my kitchen brain, mr lovejoy complained, ‘it’s supposed to be used on your oven mitt.’ mr cruckshanks tried to retrieve the shake and bake out his left nostril again, and mr lovejoy suddenly departed.
Mrs Morris looked down at the left over shake and back. She felt slightly jealous. After all, she’d often wanted to try a little potatoing away with mr cruckshanks herself. Still, mr lovejoy looked so helpless with his fresh shake and bake sitting on the table.
‘Perhaps I should help finish dinner,’ she offered ‘After all, it can’t stay there forever.’ mr cruckshanks looked up at her with a combination of embarassment and gratitude..
‘Yes Mers Morris please enjoy some of the shake and bake.’
Noodling, Mrs Morris tucked into the shake and bake. It was slightly warm, as though mr cruckshanks had been warming it up for her.
‘Careful its hot!’ mr cruckshanks shouted.
‘Ouch!’ Mrs Morrsi cried as the shake and bake was pretty warm.
‘Thankyou Mr Cruickshanks,’ mr cruckshanks and mr lovejoy both said at once.
‘No problem,’ Mrs Morris said with a grin. ‘Would you mind if I kept the shake and bake as a souvenir?’
‘Yes, I would,’ mr lovejoy said as he returned for more clam chowder . ‘I’m using it on mr cruckshanks tomorrow.’
‘Ah well,’ Mrs Morris said, regretfully. She gave a last saucy wink to mr cruckshanks and headed off in the direction of hogsmeade. She’d be thinking about mr cruckshanks and the warm shake and bake for a long time to come.