After last week's String Festival, in which he played Grieg and Handel in various ensembles, this week the Boy Wonder finds himself being carefully scrutinized again : tomorrow he will be playing in the finals of both the Junior Strings and Intermediate Piano sections of Hogwarts' annual music competition. The PO naturally wishes him lots of luck, and hopes fervently that he will not forget his music, or lose his viola just before he's due to play...
This may sound unlikely, even for one as notoriously scatter-brained as the BW, but let's not forget that we're talking about someone here who missed the opportunity to kick some of his former junior school friends in the shins, when "someone took his boots" just before last week's football match between Hogwarts U-12 A team and yet another bitter local rival team. As a result, he had to stand on the touchline and watch as the gallant Hogwartians heroically turned a 2-0 lead into a 3-2 defeat. His boots, needless to say, turned up in a plastic bag on the top of the lockers some time later.
All of which reminds the PO of the days when the Boy Wonder was much, much smaller and still unbelievably cute. When confronted with the results of his occasional naughtiness (ah yes, boys will be boys, even the Boy Wonder), he would look up at you, a hurt look on his face and his lower lip quivering barely perceptibly. It wasn't me, he would say. I didn't do it. It was Somebody Somebody.
Strangely enough, Somebody Somebody has never been caught, though he's clearly currently operating in the Hogwarts area...
Just thought of something of profound import:
Q: What do you have in common with the UK Automobile Association?
A: [Both are highly unusual in beginning their web site addresses with 'a' or 'the']
Posted by: Serphadewde | January 26, 2005 at 10:57 PM