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[rolandbattersby]

The foot bone's connected to the ankle bone. The ankle bone's connected to the leg bone.

Which hurts! I was minding my own business, building a rather handsome deck of cards in the Common Room, when Lennox passed by and accused me of looking down her shirt, kicked me in the leg, and then moved on, probably to be told by her hired help that she

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[finches]

Madison and Mayzie? Really?

God, I have been out of the loop.

[rolandbattersby]

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You don't even look at the Herald, do you, m'boy?

No, they're not. Much to the disappointment of many men's fantasies!

[finches]

Oh well I'm not disappointed. They worked a little too well, know what I mean? Not enough of the misery that really solidifies a relationship.

[rolandbattersby]

Yes, but... the hotness.

A relationship at Hogwarts, I suppose. Is your cynicism connected to your heart bone?

[puff_madison]

You're not helping.

I'm in the library. Studying... something.

[rolandbattersby]

Since when do I help? I'm just here to look good, lady. I have thirty different poses and can say over twelve different phrases.

You're not studying at all, are you? You're probably looking at pictures of that Quidditch guy you think is attractive. What do you need to study on the Wiznet?

[puff_madison]

Haha.

What Quidditch guy? What are you talking about? I'm, uh, researching for an article on the .. change from a paper society to a virtual one, and trying to weigh the advantages and disad

Okay, I'm just playing solitaire.

[rolandbattersby]

I'm glad to see that you find my natural state of being so hilarious, Madame Madison.

I KNEW IT, FIEND! You're probably losing, too. You're horrible at it. Is it set on easy? I'm going to be there lickety split.