welcome to hell, my childrens, as this is going to be the most cursed piece of literature that you have ever seen. except for the last one. and my immortal. and every other book in existence.
my point is, dear reader, that this is a true masterpiece. and when one asks "what might have you young chappers worked on this year?" the only correct response is to hand them a copy of this book. or better yet, send them to the link for our book tour and merch page.
a fun reminder before we begin: the preferred conditions for reading this are on a google doc, with comic sans and hot pink text assaulting ur eyeballs. instead we have it so each of our horribly wonderful authors has a different text type: moony, astrid, padfoot, and prongs. We'll sign off each chapter, just incase you forget who is who (if you do, im sorry but your in for a ruff time)
are you ready to be sockless?
(geddit bc ur socks got blown off haha oh wow moony ur so funny teehee).
YOU ARE READING
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