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My Interview with Professor Flitwick by Willy |
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Personally, Professor Flitwick is my favorite teacher at Hogwarts. He's just so little and hot. Just kidding about the little part, I should call him a dwarf or something. Plus the rest of the WORD SQUAD is hasseling me to do an interview that doesn't end in se-. . . I mean heart attack. Thank you and please poop in the ocean. |
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Pictures of Professor Flitwick |
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Sorry Professor for interrupting your lesson on Wingardium LeviOOOOOOOsa, but it seems like this is the only time I have available for an interview with you, which is lucky considering all the "special sessions" I have with Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Draco, and duh, of course Elijah. |
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*Scrambles down his stack of books in what can only be described as friggin adorable. He then holds out his hand. Willy bends down as far as possible but still can't grab his hand. She is forced to lay on the floor on her stomach to reach it.* Oh dear, it's so nice to meet you. I don't mind the interruption at all. These children seem to be learning faster and faster each year! Except for that Ms. Granger, she can learn anything! |
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*Smiles endearingly at hearing Flitwicks tiny voice that is slightly reminscent of a certain Parrot. . . but much cuter.* Yes, you have seen Harry, Ron, and Hermione grow up and learn these past few years. How has it been? |
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Here is Flitwick on his pile of books. There are 9043209432 more books not shown in this picture, he really is very small. |
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They are simply delightful! *Starts hopping up and down excitedly and squealing.* I love teaching them! It's amazing knowing that some of the charms I taught them helped them defeat *he then crouches down and looks eerily like a Boohbah* the Dark Lord. |
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Yes, you should be quite proud of that. I hope I'm not getting to personal asking this question. . . but what is your love life like? |
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*At the word love Flitwick's eyes dart to the ground and he stops acting so cheerful and happy. A single tear trickles down his leathery cheeks and falls disconsoletly down on the stone floor.* Oh, well dear, I don't mind that you ask, perhaps it will help a nice young midget man find me, his true love. So, no, I have no love life right now. I mean, since I came out of the closet, I just can't seem to find a nice little man for me. Before this, I covered up my sexy sexy gayness by going out on a few dates with Minerva but I couldn't hide under that masquerade any longer. Everyone still accepts me, but I get lonely. . . |
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Here he is once all the books in the pile are taken down. He's reading Ender's Game incase you couldn't tell. |
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*Starts rubbing the cute little dwarfs back and feeling extremely guilty for making him feel this way* I am sooo sorry for bring that up. I'm sure you'll find that someone special. . . *suddenly brightens because she has had one of her regularly occuring genius ideas.* Acutally Professor, I have someone who would be perfect for you! Let me just go call them real quick! |
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Willy leaves the room and Flitwick claps his hands gleefully, hoping Willy knows the man of his dreams. Willy is rushing down the halls of Hogwarts before realizing there isn't a phone here. Luckily she passed a certain wall three times desperately seeking a phone. The third time she passed it, a door seemed to pop up from no where. Willy opens the door and finds a phone sitting on a little table that has pictures of Elijah Wood naked covering it. This is the Room of Requiremen! She should've known, this is where Harry held the Dumbledores Army meetings. She calls the mystery man and hurries back to Flitwick. They talk as if they were old friends when there came a knock at the door. Flitwick starts fluffing up his beard and straightening his jacket. Willy calls out for the person to come it. |
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This is Flitwick in his prime. He was much skinnier, but Mini Me likes a dwarf with some meat on his bones. |
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*Walks in waving to Willy then turns his head so that Flitwick is in his line of vision. He says nothing. Flitwick says nothing. Mini Me runs into Flitwick's outstretched arms, his little feet pounding on the gray granite. After ten minutes of intense jogging across 15 feet of space, he reaches Flitwick's embrace. |
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It was LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT!!! |
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This has to be the sexiest picture ever. Look at those boots and that smile! Jeez, it's so spicy. |
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Editor's Note: It's times like these that make me wonder at Willy's amazing skills at, well, EVERYTHING! She is an inspiration to all. Not only has she overcome such obstacles as numerous heart attacks, slanderous rumors, but she overcame them with a genial and respectable attitude. Let's all bow down and kiss her butt. |
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