Harry Hanging

you'd look better without those shorts... you want help?

*gasp* You mean... you'd really do that?

sure... tell me what you like

*dangling* I wanted to be hung like a donkey. What do you think?

*I stop in the doorway and drop my jaw, my glasses sliding down my nose as I stare at him and the contraption.* My gods, Harry... I think you misunderstood that statement!

*Harry is hanging upside down, his face is red from the blood rushing to his head, he is struggling to breathe, and he is starting to panic*

*winces* Ow! That's not supposed to happen!

*i loosen your wrist*

Thanks! *tries to flex his fingers* See, this is why I need more practice. Most escapologists don't hang themselves up first!