I do so love the pale plea of moonlight as it timidly illuminates that which will never be cleansed of the deepest blood of the darkest evil
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Ah, Lucius, as a small child, I used to so enjoy playing in the gardens of the Manor. I have such fond memories of your mum arranging games of 'Pin the Unforgivable on the Muggle' against the wall for us.
Do you recall the afternoon where you surprised me by jumping out of the shrubbery wearing an angel costume, and I became so terribly frightened that I missed the parchment and accidentally hit the pair of designers who were applying fresh emulsion to the entryway?
I had never before seen her look so horrified. The mere mention of the avocado green and harvest gold still causes me to shudder.
I am laughing now as I did then. The way your face drained of colour - it was as if you had seen your best friend gone Squib!
Ah, good times. I cherish the memories of the hours we spent playing Muggleopoly. Even though you were older, you hardly ever cheated by helping yourself to more Gringotts and you rarely hoarded the 'get out of Azkaban free' cards.
When I was finally old enough to get my own Build Your Own Path of Destruction Kit, it was already taken off the markets due to some glitch that can possibly make a tear in the space-time continuum.
That is indeed quite a shame. It was only through the Build Your Own Path of Destruction Kit that I had ingrained upon my intellect the proper way to smite a small village of 10 centimetre Muggles armed with small plastic squares.
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We go back a long way, my friend.
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Do you recall the afternoon where you surprised me by jumping out of the shrubbery wearing an angel costume, and I became so terribly frightened that I missed the parchment and accidentally hit the pair of designers who were applying fresh emulsion to the entryway?
I had never before seen her look so horrified. The mere mention of the avocado green and harvest gold still causes me to shudder.
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Ah, good times. I cherish the memories of the hours we spent playing Muggleopoly. Even though you were older, you hardly ever cheated by helping yourself to more Gringotts and you rarely hoarded the 'get out of Azkaban free' cards.
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When I was finally old enough to get my own Build Your Own Path of Destruction Kit, it was already taken off the markets due to some glitch that can possibly make a tear in the space-time continuum.
Sometimes it gives kids gas.
Life is so unfair!
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That is indeed quite a shame. It was only through the Build Your Own Path of Destruction Kit that I had ingrained upon my intellect the proper way to smite a small village of 10 centimetre Muggles armed with small plastic squares.
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