When the moon is in the seventh house . . .

[suhplodor]

I have just returned from the Matron at the hospital wing; she assures me my vision is as keen as it ever was. I found myself most distressed this morning, as I seemed to be suffering from blind spots in my vision. In my periphery was a dark void - a perfectly round circle where I could not see a thing. Naturally, I was most distressed at such a

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[kingshacklebolt]

Well pardon me, Lord Muck. My Barnet Fair ain't doing anyone a bit of harm and I suggest ye put a zipper on it, else I'll belt yer teeth so far down your gob you'll have to eat Halloween Feast through yer arse. I ain't about to take the verbals from the likes o' you.

[suhplodor]

You should be forcibly shaved, Shacklebolt, and I dare you to try and relocate my teeth to my nethers. I can see it now: You rush me, you swing, and then you're caught in the tangled web of your own afro. Tethered and stuck, you suffer a painful and lonely death by Barnet Fair strangulation on the cold, cobbled corridor floor.

[kingshacklebolt]

Oi, you're a poet.

[suhplodor]

Boy, don't you know it.

[fancyaflutter]

Built in kick-stand? Why would you want a kick-stand on a BROOM?

[suhplodor]

So they don't fall over, you ponce.

[lestranger]

Rabastan, your amazing and skillful prowess at charms continues to impress me - far be it from me to object to the sidelining of a couple spare Gryffindors. It is good you are continuing to try and learn to control your wand, old man.

We have had this conversation already.

YOU are the old man.

But thank you. For the compliment and for the firewhiskey.

[suhplodor]

Indeed we have; however, my inherent triumph over you, due to my advanced age, should never be ignored.

Not a problem, old man.