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[remembernone]

my gran sent me an owl today with some extra quills and the like. i dont know how she knew i was snapping the tips off all of mine. i think she might be a seer but then i guess all grans know this kind of stuff i mean when i was little she told me she had an eye in the back of her head so she could see what i was doing at all times and i didn't

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[toolofwar]

You've not much fire about you.

[remembernone]

fuck off.

[toolofwar]

or is there?

[seventhdaughter]

If you know what's good for you, you'll Stay away from Neville.

[seventhdaughter]

My mum used to tell us the same thing, about the eyes in the back of her head. Really she'd left them around the house, I think, but who knows?

[remembernone]

i imagine that must have been kind of sick to find
did you ever find any eyeballs lying around?

quite clever, your mum

[seventhdaughter]

No, none lying around. They weren't that sort of eyeball. Well--we did have those too, but I think Fred and George were responsible.

[remembernone]

oh i see
of course
i hate it when mums pull that sort of stuff. or grans.

do you want some pudding? its cornbread!

[luna_see]

honestly neville. hogsmeade was last weekend. it's the first weekend of every month. didn't you notice everyone vacating the castle?
i dont fancy ice mice at all, but i could certainly be persuaded to share some of the drooble's i bought. what have you to offer in trade, noble sir?

[luna_see]

besides horrid pudding

[remembernone]

the puddings not bad if erm you like cornish game hens?