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[uniquemiscreant]

So. Crabbe lost a few pounds. Why is everyone making such a big deal of this? I grew my hair a little longer. Want to say something about that?

And please, Boot, stop thinking about my Tracey's body. It's degrading to women and makes you look unintelligent. Well, you already were, but it just makes you look worse than before.

Comments

[tra_cey_davis]

A few pounds? Come on.

...Your Tracey? Well, then. That's an interesting title. But don't blame him, it's not his fault that all his thoughts are publicly announced. He's not usually like that.

[uniquemiscreant]

Yes, a few pounds. You just didn't notice before because you didn't care. Girls are quite shallow.

My Tracey? Did I say that? Hm.

He shouldn't let his thoughts be publicly announced. Besides, it's an annoyance to everyone.

[tra_cey_davis]

What ever you say, Theo.

Yes, you did, and it's too late to take it back now.

Well you don't have to worry about it anymore. It's finally over.

[uniquemiscreant]

It's never too late.

Over? Really? Excellent.

[shapely_millie]

Please, Theodore. Jealousy doesn't become you.

[uniquemiscreant]

Jealousy? Who says I'm jealous?

[shapely_millie]

I'm not a complete dimwit. So don't treat me like one.

Besides, Boot's got nothing on you.

[uniquemiscreant]

...

Who says I'm jealous?

[blue_terry]

Well, at least you're more talented at insults than MacMillan. Though that isn't hard.

[uniquemiscreant]

Are you really trying to compare me to that thing?

[blue_terry]

Yeah, that is an insult to you.

[uniquemiscreant]

Go... shove a Divination book up your arse.