Productive.

[dracolicious]

So. We were summoned to the Ministry about the amazing disappearing Goyle. Thankfully, Potter had enough sway to keep us from the indignity of being dosed with Veritaserum, but I don't feel we were entirely believable with our story of Goyle dropping Oscar on our doorstep for a Boxing Day filled with fun and games, and then simply not bothering

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[boywholives]

Here you are...I wondered where you'd disappeared to...

[dracolicious]

That eager for another piece of my blue arse, are you?

[boywholives]

No, I think I'm all shagged out for the day.

[dracolicious]

Pity.

[boywholives]

Going through old boxes?

[dracolicious]

Something like that.

[boywholives]

What for?

[dracolicious]

Reasons.

[boywholives]

Hey, this was Bean's favourite stuffed toy. He named it wooblet, remember? Wooblet the lion...

[dracolicious]

Of course I remember, I had to buy half a dozen of them in case he lost the bloody thing. This one isn't the original, I'll have you know.

[boywholives]

We should have given it to Morty...

[dracolicious]

Lambchop has too much class to consort with stuffed lions.

[boywholives]

What are you doing with all of this stuff, anyway? You must have a dozen or more piles here on the floor...

[dracolicious]

Nothing. Inventory.

[boywholives]

Looks more like nesting.

[dracolicious]

Yes, that's it. I've been secretly incubating, I'm amazed you hadn't noticed sooner.