XI "The potion that smelled that packages"
thirty seconds would have been dire and did not return, Gerardo was nervously lost, impatient, but I needed to do something or I would give anything. He rose from his seat and inquired about the room, the computer screen was off and on the table was nothing but give in on things they had written rarejas as "copulation" "fellatio" or "masturbation in groups." Removed mocazo
a nose, made a pellet hit him and below table primarily hygiene told himself. Suddenly he saw a very cool thing that caught his attention, like a giant magnifying glass with stand and all, went to pick it up and threw it down without wanting an ugly porcelain figure of balls that made a horrible noise when they break. Froze but fortunately the dire appeared not so surreptitiously, spewing more than whistling a catchy theme Bisbal, bits of porcelain slid under the table and smiled with satisfaction because he had removed the evidence of the crime in a heartbeat. Now, if I had the Lupama in his power, my mother that everything looks good, he thought. His chubby fingers in itself seemed morcillones of Burgos, sac after another distemper and turn it into a ball looked through the lens, like a planet in bloom. He approached the wall and pointed to a spider with a magnifying glass, almost over to see such mea monster pelangarranacos eyes full of fifteen. Once he had recovered from the shock it was to get the cock to contend on the rise but indicated he heard footsteps around Dumbledore so got rid of the lens, leaving it on the windowsill.
director cucumber poked his head out the door and, smiling, took a peek. Gerardo
sat in his chair, superformal, one leg over another as do the elderly. Effort at such contortion sweating like a panda bear running a marathon. He looked at the innocent-faced dire, seemed to have broken a plate in his life, well, more like a chimpanzee listening to a scholar to explain the theory of relativity.
- I thought I heard something - the dire He apologized before leaving. Gerardo
sighed with relief, he waited a little while, like two seconds, and again rose pa gossip. He peered into a small room that was next to the other for which he had left the dire, was a tiny stove or something asynchronous. Their tabs ruidico caught a mouse very funny, was like a whistling the Marseillaise bacon, over a small fire had a metal object that the sea threw a nice steam pa I'll tell you what it looked like a Lilliputian locomotive of a nearby, the noise came from there. Came curious, willing to touch it, but realized that I had to burn a great time, how many times he had Quemao with the iron of the grandfather. My Mother, if Dumbledore is making a potion!, He marveled, and his brain was still thinking about that potion would be when your body at times seemed to have its own life began to act up, took a salt shaker that was on a shelf, opened the metal container end cap and half empty inside. Bubble that my mother thought. Animated as he was with the experiment, they took two seconds and reach a very attractive bottle that was one of the shelves. Via, VIAA ... Viaaaagra, read, it sounded good so I emptied the whole bottle on the potion. Had not fallen the last pill when I was done with a plastic white and orange sea of \u200b\u200bnice, turpentine aromatic read, cast the first one but as chorrico requetefuerte smelled like a thousand old farts in a lift, full vacuum up the last Gothic. The soup was very good looking but it was too colorless, luckily found a bottle on a dresser, was plastic transparent and kept inside a thick green liquid, I approached the little nose, smelled wonderful as well as pine forest, so I took a chorrico the potent mixture bubbles out pompita cascoporro and then the sea was devoted Majete to explode one by one, the potion was improving. And it would have continued if not for that Dumbledore was calling from the other room. He uttered a little cry of queer and ran into the office thinking about the best of excuses.
- I was shitting - lied, something that was not used
Dumbledore wearing a tome gordote and waiting Gerardo Pensieve not seen anywhere, go poop, he thought. The dire sat at his table and opened the big book in half or so. Given its tiny ojicos appeared a yearbook covered both pages, black and white era, and none of the white-fronted moved to the disappointment of Gerardo.
- This is your father, dear - said the director, pointing to a photograph which depicted a teen-faced bastard and glare that was scarier than Kevin Bacon enfadao - did a course of advanced magic in the seventies , wine trade, was a magician magnificent, splendid, outstanding, unique and incomparable. Unfortunately it was so good offender as a magician. Not content with acting as a birthday or communion, nor were the theater, much less engage in the teaching of this beautiful craft. We were forced to expel him from school and since then we have saved more resentment than his daughter Tisse Varónesa. For years we've made life impossible, corrupted the union magicians, magic shops closed and threatened to kill anyone who practices magic for-profit and does not furnish a commission. Even in the case against him Gurtell, imagine that scenario
- He killed my mom the ruling virtuosos-added Gerardo, who was crying her eyes out as the widow of a miner to freezing the pension to the same politicians who gave his vote.
- I know, dear, I know
Director Abelardo rose from his chair and went to the kitchen, while Gerardo was gossiping yearbook. My mother that people had gone through that school.
The dire returned with a tray of sweets and a tea set from Ikea sea of \u200b\u200bbland, Gerardo did not notice the steaming kettle because it grew a Pack of
bollicaos
- you could use a tea, dear
- That leads drogaina?
- No, of course not
- Well worth
Gerardo had a pen enganchao desk and surreptitiously engaged in a defacement on photographs of students, a course chavalote "disappearances" Summer of 74, named Eduardo Roldan, he painted glass glasses ass like hers and Bigotina dictator I was mu mono.
- Here's your tea, dear
- Chachi
was going to drink it, but it was hotter than Clinton at a meeting of fellows, so of pellets filled chocolate paw and got a mountain area at the mouth.
The director sat down beside her, as close as he could, skin to skin, was delighted to have a beautiful big boy in his office. The impoverishment was so excited seemed revelation but now calmed down a bit. The tea smelled weird but liked drinking it when I was very hot, took a generous sip and continued to watch the beautiful Adonis of strabismic eyes. Suddenly began to feel like that wrong, burned his throat and severe dizziness and I went to the head. Gerardo
tome was boring and was tired of being locked up there also began to smell old. A pocket filled with candy and turned to thank the director, saw a little pale, as the bum of an albino, he left some foaming at the mouth and everything as the child the exorcist, scary movie that gave him, at least had three diamonds. Suddenly the man stood up and put her hands around his neck, began to spin like a alzheimer patient in the hall of mirrors, throwing everything in its path, and it was a very unpleasant noise, reminded him of what he had read the platypus. Gary was muertico
fear, not knowing what to do, it seemed as if the poor man lacks the air. He knew what that was, had suffered from asthma and was a shit. Determined, he approached the window and opened wide to let in the air, then went for Dumbledore who had moved the color of the face to Papa Smurf blue. Grabbed the old man's manica that between cold and wrinkles was having was creepy, and dragged him to the window, the man was dying on Reprise, was as spasms, we turn to a pececico he had, "chichi" when him out of the tank to feed pa mismico did that. It was magical for her Mantica, did not want the poor man cogiese over pneumonia, but when he turned he saw the dire as it was, was gone. So he thought until he heard a PLOF the other side. Gerardo
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