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Elf Lord
Join Date: Mar 2005
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Sir Bumbledore's stomach rumbled ... he was hungry after so much strenous exercise...
Standing in the corner alone he had quenched his thirst ... where was the professor of wines he mused? he would welcome some thoughts on the wine list tonight ... Attempting to light his pipe he fumbled for his tinder-box ... "Sauron's balls!" he sighed ... where the blazes was it? Surreptisously he delved into the dark and deep recesses of his dressing gown, absently pulling out a cork, some athelas drops, an obscure looking ring and of course his set of daggers ... always a good party peice those, he smiled .... .... after a slight pause in reminiscence ... Bumble's peircing eye bulged and he ran a hand through his shock of silvery hair .... mmm ... bushy eyebrows bristling with concentration he set his sharp but chaotic mind to concentrating .... now ... what was he looking for again? Last edited by Butterbeer : 10-16-2005 at 07:49 PM. |
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