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[dracoisyourking]

Have you seen my wayward escort, the Haggard Harr-- ah, nevermind. There you are. Really, Potter. You go through the entire motion of setting this rather public date with me and not only do I not get flowers, but apparently you are under the mistaken idea that this is still first year, when it was socially acceptable to meet your date at the dance

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[terryclothrags]

Right, all I ask for is for you to leave me alone for a while, and the universe can't even let that happen for a few goddamn days.... What do you mean at it's not that difficult? I dress great, or at least, I have in the recent past! Merlin, but that's petty.

[dracoisyourking]

.... Has someone spiked the punch early? Crocket's pockets, Potter I haven't spoken to you since ... well, since I was laughing at you in class the other day, but I wouldn't precisely call that a conversation. As for dressing great, at least now we know your glasses can't be fake. Poor eyesight can be the only excuse for your ignorance.

[terryclothrags]

Glasses! Right! You just got here, didn't you? Which explains why you're you. I'm not Harry, I'm Terry. Harry is Pansy right now, I think he left with the other Patil. Now, if you'll excuse me, whoever is Luna has asked me to dance. The one bright note of this nightmare since the stupid Lisa put clothes on.

[dracoisyourking]

What? What the hell is going on? I... right. Fine. Sorr-Whatever. I never came over here. Apparently, I'm looking for Pansy.

[grrgoyle]

ELOISE!! YOU ARE TWO TIMING ME?!

AND WITH POTTER! OF ALL PEOPLE?!

I thought you were different! I thought you were nice! But I see now, that I was wrong.

Excuse me while I go bawl my eyes out now...

[dracoisyourking]

Lesbians. I Knew it! Blaise so owes me ten galleons. Ahem.... Meee Nooo Speeeaaky Druuunk Gryffindork. Carpet munching forms a line to the left.

[mynoseisfine]

Tell Blaise Zabini to keep his ten galleons.

[terryclothrags]

Two of you. My life is cursed.