y/n st had always loved magic hogwarts with its fried, fast forests. It was a place where he felt happy.
He was a dark, tall, juice drinker with dark elbows and ginger legs. His friends saw him as a curious, charming cool. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a steamed snapes will to live. That's the sort of man he was.
y/n walked over to the window and reflected on his large surroundings. The snow flurried like rampaging owl.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of ron weasley. ron was a small ginger with skinny elbows and fat legs.#
y/n gulped. He was not prepared for ron.
As y/n stepped outside and ron came closer, he could see the straight glint in her eye.
"I am here because I want crack," ron bellowed, in a short tone. She slammed her fist against y/n's chest, with the force of 8588 toad. "I frigging love you, y/n st."
y/n looked back, even more depressed and still fingering the hot wig. "ron, krum went to azkaban for being a p3d0e," he replied.
They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two clean, crowded cat partying at a very large yule ball, which had starships by nicki manajs music playing in the background and two light uncles drinking to the beat.
Suddenly, ron lunged forward and tried to punch y/n in the face. Quickly, y/n grabbed the hot wig and brought it down on ron's skull.
ron's skinny elbows trembled and her fat legs wobbled. She looked broken, her body raw like a bitter, bulbous bottle.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later ron weasley was dead.
y/n st went back inside and made himself a nice glass of juice.
THE END
