Today I am going to tell you about the pink room in my house.
When I was nine years old, my mum decided that she wanted to redecorate her office, which is on the third floor of our house. And since she was pretty brilliant with charms, this wouldn't have normally been a problem. However, the book she got have the pronunciation wrong, wrong, and instead of the robin's egg blue that she wanted, the charm turned the walls a magnificently horrid shade of hot pink or magenta.
She tried to fix it, but the charm is apparently permanent. So now, my office is located in what is officially known as the Jesus Christ, Woman, Why Did You Pick This Color?! room, or, Holy Fuck It's Pink! room.
And to the fuckface who complained about the amount of paperwork in Auror training, thanks. It's been doubled this week.
When I was nine years old, my mum decided that she wanted to redecorate her office, which is on the third floor of our house. And since she was pretty brilliant with charms, this wouldn't have normally been a problem. However, the book she got have the pronunciation wrong, wrong, and instead of the robin's egg blue that she wanted, the charm turned the walls a magnificently horrid shade of hot pink or magenta.
She tried to fix it, but the charm is apparently permanent. So now, my office is located in what is officially known as the Jesus Christ, Woman, Why Did You Pick This Color?! room, or, Holy Fuck It's Pink! room.