I've been reading through all the online entries here and I am actually getting depressed by it all (not to mention that it's depressing enough to be around most of you people
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Completely besides the fact that I'm not invited, I don't think Hannah is in any fit state to come to a party. She'll get the invite anyway, so it's really up to her, but until she's well again, I'm not sure it's a good idea.
And wouldn't a party be in bad taste? There hasn't even been a funeral yet. Or even a certificate or difinitive ruling. I don't know. I feel it's up to Susan for the moment. I'm just stating that facts and what I see.
I realize that I have not included you in the list of invited people, but that was why I asked people to comment. You don't expect me to remember everyone's names, right? Not being on the list doesn't mean you are barred from the party premises.
The party is that kind of party. Though I intend to induce an alcoholic coma to Granger, the party is more of a relaxed sort. It's basically a do-whatever-you-want sort of thing. Now if Abbott would like to spend the weekend sleeping, I don't care. There are a couple of rooms she and the others could use. The point of this party is to take a break. To unwind. Now if Pansy would want to go swimming or Susan would want to visit someone's parents in Ireland, they can do so.
You're invited, you idiot. How do you expect Abbott to get there? I'll owl you the address of the flat. See you on the 26th.
I'm not in the habit of pleading for a party invite, but I concede that you cannot be expected to remember everyone. Thank you. I guess you're not so bad then, Greengrass. I do think it would be a welcome distraction for many. The company and a good atmosphere might be just what everyone needs.
This is actually surprisingly considerate of you. I guess some of you Slytherins are "okay" too.
High on formaldehyde and also trying to pass midterms. Oh, Daphne. I am entrusting upon you that when I finally overtake THIS BLOODY JOB, you slap me and call me an idiot. Alright. No questions.
But I'm coming, of course, unless my bookshelf falls on me and I become trapped.
I've a mind to slap you something fierce right now. Whatever happened to my Pansy? All this studying. But if doing this makes you happy, then I guess I could control the urge.
Happy? Not quite. It makes me high, which is parts happy and parts insane. Maybe I'll quit the full-time job and become a nurse. Nurse Pansy. That has a bit of a ring to it, don't you think?
BUT I DON'T QUIT. And bedpans scare me.
Or maybe I have to now, since you have removed my bookshelf (!).
One. I'm Blaise Zabini. Two. I'm a hell of a lot more fun than those Weasley wankers. Three. You invite Hufflepuffs, who are just going to cry and be weird the whole time, rather than me? Four. I am a supplier of all kinds of exotica and if you're interested, erotica, including drinks, dancersing and just general fun. Five. I'm Blaise Zabini.
I don't mind not being invited. I mean, it is quite difficult to remember everyones names. However, I do mind that my boyfriend hot Oliver Wood was invited wihout me being invited also and I'd rather prefer that I be in his prescence at this little shindig.
If it's not to much to ask, Daphne, I'd like an invite? I'll even summy up 5 reasons if its to your fancy.
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And wouldn't a party be in bad taste? There hasn't even been a funeral yet. Or even a certificate or difinitive ruling. I don't know. I feel it's up to Susan for the moment.
I'm just stating that facts and what I see.
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The party is that kind of party. Though I intend to induce an alcoholic coma to Granger, the party is more of a relaxed sort. It's basically a do-whatever-you-want sort of thing. Now if Abbott would like to spend the weekend sleeping, I don't care. There are a couple of rooms she and the others could use. The point of this party is to take a break. To unwind. Now if Pansy would want to go swimming or Susan would want to visit someone's parents in Ireland, they can do so.
You're invited, you idiot. How do you expect Abbott to get there? I'll owl you the address of the flat. See you on the 26th.
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This is actually surprisingly considerate of you. I guess some of you Slytherins are "okay" too.
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But I'm coming, of course, unless my bookshelf falls on me and I become trapped.
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I have taken out your bookshelf now, love.
HA!
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BUT I DON'T QUIT. And bedpans scare me.
Or maybe I have to now, since you have removed my bookshelf (!).
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Two. I'm a hell of a lot more fun than those Weasley wankers.
Three. You invite Hufflepuffs, who are just going to cry and be weird the whole time, rather than me?
Four. I am a supplier of all kinds of exotica and if you're interested, erotica, including drinks, dancersing and just general fun.
Five. I'm Blaise Zabini.
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Something along the lines of...go to hell. Yeah. That should work.
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However, I do mind that my boyfriend hot Oliver Wood was invited wihout me being invited also and I'd rather prefer that I be in his prescence at this little shindig.
If it's not to much to ask, Daphne, I'd like an invite? I'll even summy up 5 reasons if its to your fancy.
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