TBAY: WHEN PAM HAS BOTOX/GOODBYE WRINKLES (LONG)

[tortielover88]

No: HPFGUIDX 133955

Kaylee Tonks-Lupin walked along the shore of Theory Bay with her 
sister, one of the newest members. Meanwhile, her sister was picking
up 
bits of driftwood. Eventually she found what looked like an old, 
stretched-out inner tube, and she began to patch up the holes. 

"What are you doing?" Kaylee asked as her sister blew up the inner 
tube. 
"Making a ship," young TortieKitten replied as she smiled back at her 
sister.
"A ship?" Kaylee asked. "In your first post? My goodness, you're
brave!"
TortieKitten nodded demurely. "Does it really matter? After all,
you've 
showed me around TBAY a little and I understand it...somewhat."
"True enough. So what's your theory?" Kaylee peered down at the
letters 
her sister was painting. "WHEN PAM HAS BOTOX?" she asked
incredulously.
TortieKitten grinned and nodded, painting more letters on yet another 
patched-up inner tube. "GOODBYE WRINKLES..." She stared at 
TortieKitten. "What in the name of Merlin is this?" TortieKitten 
grinned. "A theory!" Kaylee slapped her forehead. "Well, duh. But
what 
does it mean?"

TortieKitten smiled secretively as she began to tie them together.
 "When Harry's Eminently Noble Parents Are Murdered, He Accidentally, 
Simultaneously Becomes Orphaned!Tom's Other horcruX," TortieKitten 
said, emphasizing the "X". Then, before Kaylee could marvel long at 
TortieKitten's use of TBAY terminology, TortieKitten pointed to the 
other inner tube. "Good Old Obsolete Dumbledore Begs Yellowbellied 
Eileen's Waxy unReliable chIld to Not Kill his reLiancE on Snape,"
she 
explained in a rush. Kaylee nodded.

"Uh-huh. I see. Well, good luck to you, Sis. You'll need a First
Mate, 
of course..." She began to walk away. TortieKitten dashed after 
her. "Wait a minute! Wait! They can be separated, you know!" Kaylee 
pondered this. "Well. I'll sail with you on the *first* one, then.
But 
not the second one. I'm sorry. I just don't quite believe Dumbledore 
wasn't begging Snape to kill him and end his misery. But otherwise, I 
bet that's a watertight theory. Good job, TortieKitten. I think you 
deserve a drink at the Royal George. My treat." And as the inner
tubes 
floated between the D.R.I.B.B.L.E.S.H.A.D.O.W.S. and the S.W.A.K. 
D.E.A.D., Kaylee led her sister off for a strawberry lemonade or two.

TortieKitten