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[livingparanoia]

Bloody new Order recruits. Menace, the lot o' them. Can' follow direction worth three sickles

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[slobberymongrel]

Auuughh No excuse meant sir, but Ive really got a terrible wrist cramp from all the wand work Ive been doing lately sir, I fear if I do any more it will surely become a sprain and what good, I ask you sir, would I be to the Or-

A whole bloody week off fer my- er, for my wedding?! FUCKING ACE! I mean. FUCKING ACE, SIR!

Sir, with all due respect sir, I have tried to indeed touch the defense books, but they tend to hide rather well when the notion takes me sir, and bite quite viciously upon discovery, sir.

Oh! Im bringing James and The Wonky Snowglobe with me today, sir, once I go stick my boot in his still sleeping face, sir. To teach him CONSTANT VIGILANCE, course.

[livingparanoia]

Yes, I was goin' to give yeh a whole bloody week off, but if yer wrist is so horribly sprained and yeh need to use that week now to recover, I can change things around a bit.

Do they, Black? Did I ever tell yeh what'll happen if yeh don' open the pages for a good six months and yer not bein' vigilant? Aye, well maybe I'll let yeh find out by yerself, then. *sinister grin*

Aye. Perhaps yeh've learned somethin' yet, Black. An' don' look into the bloody thing. If the bloody Dark Lord put a curse on it, yeh migh' be affected too.

[irishhalfblood]

Yes....right. The constant vigilance.
Fudge was an ass

[livingparanoia]

ARE YEH BLOODY MAKIN' FUN O' ME, FINNIGAN?

Aye. At least yeh've got that sense about yeh.

[irishhalfblood]

Oh, NO, Sir. I wouldn't DREAM of making fun of you.

[wtfitsmary]