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[auror_moody]

BOOT BRAT.

Some ill-kempt Hufflepuff has Apparated out on the stoop. Splinched himself up, too.

And NO, you can't keep him.

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[bootme]

How badly splinched?

Never mind, I'll see for myself. And I can not have read that last line right, my eyes must be acting up again.

[auror_moody]

Legs on wrong ways. Right arm missing. I'm off to look for the arm now. Figure out what happened to him, as my translation in terrorised Hufflepuff is out of practise.

[bootme]

Oh, absolutely brilliant.

And I'll work on it, but something tells me I already have a damn good idea of at least the outline of the situation. At this point I daresay anyone who has the outline of the general situation and is not an utter and complete moron has some idea of the generalities.

[auror_moody]

NO ARM IN THE MUDPIT!!! Off to check the bramble bushes.

The little blond bastard came for him, eh? Could smell his stink on the kid.