Last night we made a fort.
A Fancy Francey Fort.
I think I'm in love with it. All day long, a little voice in the back of my head just kept reminding me that when I got home, the fort would be waiting. I was invited over to a friend's house for mexican food but almost didn't go because it meant tearing myself away from the fort. The highlight of the party was discussing the fort, and bringing home 2 friends so they could experience it for themselves.
You see, my fort is just like the Weasley's magical tent. From the outside, it looks homely and lumpy and a bit like a giant elephant made out of sheets. But crawl inside and you'll find a magical Christmasy land with giant bay windows, moonlight, a Christmas tree named Linus, and lots of pillows. And now, my roommate Kym has given me her "very rare only possible to find in Japan" Fleur Delacour Beauxbatons wand to call the fort it's home, where it so obviously belongs.
The only problem is that the fort is composed of literally every piece of communal furniture our living room holds. As such, we no longer have a functional dining room table, couch, or, well, any sort of chair. I'm anticipating this may be a problem for my roommates, but I trust that the minute I invite them inside my magical world they will understand. It would be impossible to enter this holy place and leave with the intention of destroying it.
There are people all over the world who get along just fine without a dining room table. But take away a girl's fort, and you take away her will to live. Would you want that on your conscience?
I should think not.
forts are the reason for living. the reason for the season. take pictures of your fort's insides! i've got to see it!
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