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[dracolicious]

I've been feeling out of sorts. Now that Granger has ousted me from most of the renovation goings on, I find myself shuffling about listlessly with very little to do. I suppose I should be focusing on that godforsaken fundraising event, but even that leaves a bitter taste in my mouth that only mass quantities of my preferred pork products can

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[boywholives]

Feel better?

[dracolicious]

A little.

[boywholives]

I must be losing my touch.

[dracolicious]

Even the Chosen One has his limits.

[boywholives]

You certainly were tense...

[dracolicious]

Me, or my arse?

[boywholives]

Well, they're both connected, so...

[dracolicious]

I'll show YOU connecting---

[boywholives]

This is about Hermione taking over for you, isn't it?

[dracolicious]

No! . . . Maybe. Partly.

Those little buggers need a father figure more than they need another mothering hen.

[boywholives]

Hermione isn't there to be a mothering hen - she's there to make sure things get done on time and in the right way. You can resume your daily visits when the urge to throw Hermione in the cellar and steal her clipboard passes.

[dracolicious]

So I'm banned for life, you're saying?

[boywholives]

Does giving up control really bother you that much?

[dracolicious]

You're the one who just diagnosed my arse as being tense, you figure it out.

[boywholives]

She's doing a good job, isn't she?

[dracolicious]

That is beside the point. If I'm not man enough to handle the things I decide to take on, I'm not much of a man at all. Considering what I've done with my adult life this far, I'm already more than a few paces behind in the manliness competition. I needed a thing, and now that I've got one, I'm failing at it, and you know how I despise failure---