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[slanting_eyes]

since this will be all over the prophet shortly

my Mother has decided, in an extravagant display of poor judgement that raises the bar even for her, to marry her current suitor, carrow. i find myself hoping he goes the way of the former husbands, posthaste, but somehow I doubt i'm that lucky.

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[fangearring]

I take it the two of you don't really get on.

If you want to talk, or brood in someone's presence, or project verbal aggression onto a neutral outsider, I'm of course around the castle.

[slanting_eyes]

understatement of the year. fucking bastard wants me to

no I don't bloody want to talk. I want to push carrow in front of the hogwarts express, but somehow that doesn't strike me as being very practical either.

[silverfringe]

I've got alcohol.

[slanting_eyes]

my knight in shining armour, Draco. bring it on or i shall have to resort to something stronger. sober is the last bloody thing I want to be.

fuck, my hand hurts

[slanting_eyes]

what the hell?
sof off, longbottom. Save your bloody pity parade for someone who gives a damn.

[slanting_eyes]

just exactly which part of sod off did you fail to grasp?