Harry is a wizard. He didn't know for a while. Then he did
Harry looked around his room. He was always in his room at the start of a novel, because he liked it there. It was very nice and claustrophobic. "Whine, whine, whine." He remarked to his owl. The owl made a last feeble attempt at escape, but its efforts were futile. Harry went downstairs to create a plot.
Aunt Petunia, in typical housewife style, had made a meal. This was quite an accomplishment due to the extremely flat nature of her character. It is difficult to move when flat. Dudley, her son, was also flat but luckily he was fat enough to compensate. He rolled into the room and got Harry in trouble because that was his job.
Harry's uncle turned purple, despite his lack of magical ability, and locked Harry somewhere horrifying. He enjoyed tormenting Harry, and called it his hobby. Knitting was much too precise, and being a drill salesman left him with a lot of spare time.
Harry whined for a while and then preformed some magic, because he is a wizard and we could have forgotten if he didn't do magic often enough. Harry then went shopping, so that we could meet his friends before school started. Harry went to an alley that was really a very large street... or a small town.
"Nag, nag, nag." Said Harry's friend Hermione, the female friend he had to draw in a larger female audience. Ron blundered through a stupid line that, somehow, the author felt represented a youth sidekick's dialogue. Hagrid said something to the effect of 'later a plot twist will involve me'. Everyone went home happy because of his or her low observational skills.
Harry went packed at home, and then went to school. All of this was described in exquisite detail.
The Sorting Hat, an animate object that showed the magic in the school (in case we had forgotten Harry was a wizard) sang. For a long, long time. Once again delightful, extraneous magic was shown when food appeared from nowhere. The main character's less than average observational skills came in handy, as a looming evil was revealed and ignored.
"Hey, you have glasses, Harry." Ron exclaimed. He then stuffed his face because it's funny when the hero's friends are 'stupid' and eat a lot.
Harry looked around his room. He was always in his room at the start of a novel, because he liked it there. It was very nice and claustrophobic. "Whine, whine, whine." He remarked to his owl. The owl made a last feeble attempt at escape, but its efforts were futile. Harry went downstairs to create a plot.
Aunt Petunia, in typical housewife style, had made a meal. This was quite an accomplishment due to the extremely flat nature of her character. It is difficult to move when flat. Dudley, her son, was also flat but luckily he was fat enough to compensate. He rolled into the room and got Harry in trouble because that was his job.
Harry's uncle turned purple, despite his lack of magical ability, and locked Harry somewhere horrifying. He enjoyed tormenting Harry, and called it his hobby. Knitting was much too precise, and being a drill salesman left him with a lot of spare time.
Harry whined for a while and then preformed some magic, because he is a wizard and we could have forgotten if he didn't do magic often enough. Harry then went shopping, so that we could meet his friends before school started. Harry went to an alley that was really a very large street... or a small town.
"Nag, nag, nag." Said Harry's friend Hermione, the female friend he had to draw in a larger female audience. Ron blundered through a stupid line that, somehow, the author felt represented a youth sidekick's dialogue. Hagrid said something to the effect of 'later a plot twist will involve me'. Everyone went home happy because of his or her low observational skills.
Harry went packed at home, and then went to school. All of this was described in exquisite detail.
The Sorting Hat, an animate object that showed the magic in the school (in case we had forgotten Harry was a wizard) sang. For a long, long time. Once again delightful, extraneous magic was shown when food appeared from nowhere. The main character's less than average observational skills came in handy, as a looming evil was revealed and ignored.
"Hey, you have glasses, Harry." Ron exclaimed. He then stuffed his face because it's funny when the hero's friends are 'stupid' and eat a lot.