LOVE, LOVE. THE DAY YOU GET OFF YOUR FUCKING SOAP BOX AND STOP HIDING BEHIND THAT FUCKING HEAD GIRL BADGE THEN MAYBE I CAN START FEELING LIKE YOUR MY GIRLFRIEND RATHER THAN MY MOTHER
sdlnflskdnlskn WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM, EVANS? I MEAN FUCKING HELL YOU'VE BEEN TAKING HORMONES TO A WHOLE. NEW. BLOODY FUCKING LEVEL LATELY. I CAN'T EVEN SNEEZE WITHOUT YOU BITING MY TITS OFF AND GOD FORBID I MIGHT ACTUALLY GIGGLE AT MINERVA BENDING OVER IN CLASS AND SEEING HER BLOOMERS WITH 'irish i was drunk' PRINTED ACROSS THE ARSE WITHOUT YOU SCREAMING THAT'S A FORM OF RAPE AND STABBING WITH YOUR QUILL.
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WOULD YOU STOP THROWING FUCKING BOOKS AT MY HEAD YOU SEVEN SIDED WHORE
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THE DAY I APOLOGISE, JAMES POTTER IS THE DAY YOU REMOVE YOUR OVERSIZED HEAD FROM YOUR ARSE.
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LOVE, LOVE. THE DAY YOU GET OFF YOUR FUCKING SOAP BOX AND STOP HIDING BEHIND THAT FUCKING HEAD GIRL BADGE THEN MAYBE I CAN START FEELING LIKE YOUR MY GIRLFRIEND RATHER THAN MY MOTHER
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I MEAN FUCKING HELL YOU'VE BEEN TAKING HORMONES TO A WHOLE. NEW. BLOODY FUCKING LEVEL LATELY. I CAN'T EVEN SNEEZE WITHOUT YOU BITING MY TITS OFF AND GOD FORBID I MIGHT ACTUALLY GIGGLE AT MINERVA BENDING OVER IN CLASS AND SEEING HER BLOOMERS WITH 'irish i was drunk' PRINTED ACROSS THE ARSE WITHOUT YOU SCREAMING THAT'S A FORM OF RAPE AND STABBING WITH YOUR QUILL.
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU.
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