For fuck's sake.

[bawlbellow]

No, we're not listening to the match on the wireless. Nicholas and Izzy probably really aren't, either, but I don't want to shag Chloe. Knock her up, Nicholas.

Listening to the match isn't necessary -- at least not for me. It would be a waste of time. Mum will be back tomorrow in the morning, and I'm certain she'll tell me every painful detail. I

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[playingcupid]

Encourage them to copulate but not procreate!!

[bawlbellow]

Nicholas never misses. You've seen him play Quidditch, haven't you?

[playingcupid]

He can fuck all he wants but we don't want him to multiply.

[bawlbellow]

Why don't we want him to multiply?

[buttonholed]

I'm not going to be knocking anyone up. What the sodding hell is this??

[bawlbellow]

Sure.

[buttonholed]

Give me a break, Irving.

[bawlbellow]

You're acting like I'm insulting you. Izzy is really pretty. Don't tell Chloe I wrote that.

[celkin]

I liked the pink.

[bawlbellow]

Me too! Maybe we can paint over the blueish brown.

[celkin]

Do you think? We are going to run out of paint.

[bawlbellow]

I don't care. Most of the paint seems to be in my hair anyway.

[spareboot]

I have been drinking and that still looks terrible.

[bawlbellow]

Does it?

[spareboot]

Yeah. What do you call that colour, anyway?

[bawlbellow]

Green?

[smithami]

It's hideous.

[bawlbellow]

It's beautiful.

[smithami]

You're drunk.

[bawlbellow]

What else is new!