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[istuffmypants]

RIGHT.

Jamesh seems to've disapearred to...to...do somthing BUT NEVRMIND THJAT NOW. THE SHOW MUST GOON. there are halls to eb decked, seasons to be tis'd, drinks to be drunk (i've already started!!!), so without further ado...

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(haha I'm adoing!)

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LET THE CHRISTMAS FESHTITIVITIES BEGIN.MOONYYYYY HOW DO I MAK ETHE BIGLETTERS STOPP?

Comments

[vilyofthelalley]

Sirius would you seriuosly stop shouting!! I'm not sure what you put in this drink by the way, but it tastes absoltuely gross.

I'm not drunk yet. Unlike you. Where did James go anyway? And Remus?

[istuffmypants]

I'M NOT SHOUTING, WOMAN.

AND NOTHING THAT'LL KILL YOU. JUST DRINK IT, THE TASTE GOES AWAY AFTER A BIT.

[vilyofthelalley]

Your enormous writing hurts my eyes Black.

And I am drinking it, I just have to drink it fast otherwise I might vomit!

[istuffmypants]

Fine. Better?

[moopylunin]

I thought I told you not to go near the Firewhisky.

You see that dark and mournful corner? I'll be over there, scorning you.

[vilyofthelalley]

Hello Remus! Can I join you in your corner? We can steal the other bottle- the one that rolled away behind the sofa and drink it slowly. And scorn him, of course.

[moopylunin]

Please do! It'll probably be the only remotely sensible conversation either of us will get all night holiday.

[vilyofthelalley]

Well we can get nice and comfortable! I don't foresee getting any sense out of Sirius any time soon.

This drink is really hidoeus. Well hello, how are you?