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[noceba]

Oh, if only the Hatter was a pure as a sacrifice and I was a widow. Only one of these things can be arranged.

Too many suicide bhūts up here in the sky. I just dispose of them. It's wrong to rid the world of a ghost, but they're so irritating, so pale and lost, sad eyes. Stop mourning. Dead things pretending. Disgust me.

And I have a life to occupy

Comments

[stainedecstasy]

Hmmmmm! A ball! How one adores such lavish events!

[noceba]

I'll dedicate a dance to you, Hatter. ♥

[principe_cieco]

A ball, Miss Lestrange?

This prince wants to go!

[noceba]

Of course. I'll find some dancers, some little wicked things. Find a present for you. ♥

[principe_cieco]

A present!?

I want to see! Give me!