On Mon, 11 Aug 2003 20:09:51 +0100, Marian Griffith stomped
through my brain with:
>> Uh...sorry...missed that reference here.
>
>Shortly after hordes of Harry Potter fans[1] drag the ogre out
^^^^^^^
I'm assuming you meant to add some sort of foot note to this.
>of the tavern towards some unknown (but undoubtedly gruesome)
>fate for not knowing about their hero, Marian staggers in. She
>looks rather cross-eyed and generally even less coherent than
>usual. "I have a bit of a headache" she mumbles to nobody in
>particular before passing out.
Tristaan walks in a little bit later with a smug look on his
face.
"I managed to convince them I was a scout for a professional
Quiditch team and they let me go."
Tristaan
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