Inktober 2018 ~ Roasted

 


Ham: Hey, Smalls, You Wanna S’More?
Smalls: Some More Of What?
Ham: No, Do You Wanna S’More?
Smalls: I Haven’T Had Anything Yet, So How Can I Have Some More Of Nothing?
Ham: You’Re Killing Me Smalls!

_The Sandlot

Inktober 2017 ~ climb

At the very end of the corridor hung a portrait of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress.
“Password?” she said. “Caput Draconis” said Percy, and the portrait swung forward to reveal a round hole in the wall. They all scrambled through it — Neville needed a leg up — and found themselves in the Gryffindor common room, a cozy, round room full of squashy armchairs.

Inktober 2017 ~ Juicy


“Ah! Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans! I was unfortunate enough in my youth to come across a vomit-flavored one, and since then I’m afraid I’ve rather lost my liking for them — but I think I’ll be safe with a nice toffee, don’t you?”
He smiled and popped the golden-brown bean into his mouth.
“Alas! Ear wax!” _Dumbledore