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[roxyspaulding.livejournal.com]

Hey Peoples,

So, I was making some cookies, and I ran into a bit of a problem. Who knew that 4 dozen really meant 46? I kinda accidentally made a few dozen dozen cookies, and I need some help eating them. You all will help a sister out, right?

Love ya!

Roxy

PS. Ignore the burning smell. It will go away.



(If one were to shift the cookies around, a person would notice a pile of black, charred hunks suitable only for use as hockey pucks under the first layer of edible cookies.)

((These are magical cookies with random, non-fatal results. Effects and duration are up to the muns involved.))

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[harrylives.livejournal.com]

"accio biscuits" he points the wand and about four biscuits come flying over. He catches them awkwardly with his other hand and gives Ginny back her wand.

"Nothing wrong with the wand. Hey, where did these biscuits come from again? Were they just sitting out here?"

[ginevram.livejournal.com]

Ginny takes her wand back and looks at it, annoyed. "Well, they were sitting out, but there was a note from the girl who baked them. Do you think the cookies had something to do with it?"

Not willing to accept that her wand won't work for her, she takes out some parchment and tries to transfigure it into a feather, with no success.

"This isn't good! What do I do now?"

[harrylives.livejournal.com]

"It's probably some prank spell, like Fred and George make." He puts his arm around her shoulder.

"Don't worry, there's bound to be an antidote."

[ginevram.livejournal.com]

"I hope you're right. Maybe Professor Maturin knows of one."

Ginny lays her head on his shoulder, feeling comforted. "I'm going to fail all my classes if we don't find an antidote. And what if the potion I take doesn't work on me anymore?"