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( Lots of privates, because he wanted to write to all the fictional people before he left: Snape, Aziraphale, Una, Elizabeth Bennett, Iago, O'Brien, Grindelwald and Martha. )

Ladies and gentlemen! Timewasters and Time Lords! Bearded ones and the intelligent population! Library dwellers and kitchen denizens ( Read more... )

[ooc: Bernard has noticed this.]]

[A copy of Twilight comes flying across the book fort, hitting the bookshelves next to where Snape is sat.]

Stop talking to him, dammit!

VAMPIRES OF THE BARGE! AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT.

PLEASE. TELL ME THAT YOU DO NOT SPARKLE AND ARE NOT SEXUALLY REPRESSED WEIRD SEXISTS. PLEASE. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, TELL ME YOU DO NOT SPARKLE.

That is all.

p.s. Loki, you're a pathetic little creampuff. Stay out o' my library. The library. Me and Aziraphale's joint owned venture of booky-

Mr Severus Snape! Yes, you! You've been lurking. Which, I guess, is a default position for you, sneaking around, being unseen. Or something. This is a good bottle of wine. Basically, I've got to give you a present. Because I'm generous like that, and you keep not being where I amWhich is damned inconsiderate of you! Now I have to write this out ( Read more... )

Well, I have books. More books ( Read more... )

Oh...

BAH HUMBUG.

I'm going back to my book fort.

And if anyone says I'm not fun, they can have a look at my damn cufflinks. THEY HAVE MOUTHS. If anyone wants to say I'm not christmassy, they can look at my damn hat (thanks, Otto). It's very fitting for the season.

You know what this port means?

BOOK SHOPPING. I get to be somebody else's hell for a few days. Well, provided I avoid chain bookshops, as that's inflicting hell and damnation upon myself ( Read more... )

[Bernard probably was struck late with the decorating desire. So tried to fiddle with some tinsel. It ended quickly and disasterously. He sounds quite drunk and just a little panicky ( Read more... )