Padfoot fables

THE STRANGEST QUIDDITCH MATCH EVER It was a strangely cold summer morning, the usual breeze had died and an unusual and unshifting mist had settled. It was almost like flying on a broom through the clouds over the great lake at Hogwarts during early spring. Except in my case, I was nowhere near Hogwarts, nor zooming past the great lake and undoubtedly it was not early spring. I left home unprepared against such a peculiar weather. Not late after, I started shivering as though Nearly Headless Nick drifted through me. I sat waiting on the bench I usually sit. Waiting for something I couldn't quite remember. With a weather as today's keeping a straight head is as tough as finding the longer length of a blanket. No matter how hard you struggle, you always end up leaving a leg out. Disoriented and grumpy, I sat there all alone on a bench in the middle of mysteriously misty nowhere waiting for something I don't remember at all. Before I could remember, something s...

THE DAY I BECAME PADFOOT Not everyday you finish reading a novel. And definitely not everyday you complete a novel that you have read already. Most definitely, its not at all everyday you complete a novel that you have read already and forgotten to a point where you say "Harry Potter huh, I wonder if he's made any clay pots." Well today certainly wasn't one such day, as today I learned something from one such novel. Albus "The Great " Dumbledore was yuck-ed by  Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans of vomit flavour. No matter how great, wise, old and long beard-ed a wizard is, Bertie Bott's every flavoured beans has a flavour against everyone. This hopefully is something to look forward to in the upcoming action sequence "Fantastic Beasts : The Secrets of Dumbledore" about how dumbledore could have used some mystique flavoured bean to defeat grindelwald. Perhaps by saying " Grindelwald doesn't seem to understand, the nature of the thin...