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07/17/11(Sun)20:08 No.52090473>>52090244 Don't
you know, McGonagall looks good in a swimming suit. Looks like it's
time to copy-pasta from my favorite harry potter fanfic.
>"Hello," Remus says, blinking, "is that McGonagall?"
>"Don't toy with my heart so when I haven’t had time to become bronzed and godlike," says Sirius. "It’s not McGoogles. She lives at school."
>"No," Remus assures him, blinking. "No, I’m, er, fairly certain it's McGonagall."
>Sirius rolls up onto his elbows, squinting. "It's the sun. You've got to be -- it's the sun. Isn't it?"
>It
is not the sun, but Remus really does understand where Sirius is coming
from. There is a certain haze that surrounds a teacher out of context, a
kind of surreal blur, compounded in this case by a) the sun, which
seems to bleach all the reality out of everything; b) her red-and-gold
swimming costume, which seems to include some kind of corset and
apparently dates from 1896; and c) the young, extraordinarily handsome
man lounging by McGonagall's side in royal-blue swimming trunks and
whispering into her ear. |