Scene: Ester sits in bed, agreeably pantsless, browsing the internets. Mr. Ben, in his bright orange Ukrainian revolution t-shirt and pajama bottoms, paces and mutters, which is how he studies for the Bar.
All of a sudden, Mr. Ben stops and turns to Ester, a huge grin splitting his face. "I got it!" he cries.
Ester stares at him.
"It's a mnemonic. A great one!"
Ester, dumbfounded. He points a finger straight at her chest and announces, "DUSTPELTS!"
Nothing happens. Apparently this isn't a Harry Potter spell. But Mr. Ben looks very pleased with himself. "Wills, baby. It's all about wills."
Some minutes later, after Ester has stopped laughing, he begs, "Can I please tell you what it stands for?"
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laughed out loud on this one. you were agreeably pantsless and now i'm disagreeably potterless. rectifying asap.
Just speculating wildly (of course, of course) -- but might Mr. Ben be a member of this particular fandom? [grin]...
I love this post. I love that you waited to see if it was a spell.
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