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[vancealot]

...and I'm hungover. Ow ow ow ow ow. Hogsmeade, you can go DIE, along with the brave, brave brain cells of mine that perished last night. You shall be missed.

And why do my lips taste like candy? ...Cassie?

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Um, hi? *waves*
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Comments

[vancealot]

Hey, my head! It works!

I LOVE YOU. *hugs* Though, you know, in a strictly "savior of my life" sort of way.

..aren't you supposed to be at Dorcas's?

[vancealot]

Sobering spells are a gift from above--unfortunately, you can't cast them on yourself. It's quite cruel, really.

You goof. I owe you a cookie from the Kitchens. I'll even bake it now! *grins* Fancy a trip down the hall?

Aaah. Well, then, it's doubly worth your while--making it up is half the fun.

[frosted_eyelash]

*clutches head* AUGH.

I HATE DRINKING.

where are the first years I can murder heal to make art?

[vancealot]

Here! *sobering spell RULES ALL*

That would not be advisable under a hangover, m'dear.

Right. This is kind of awkward, but...did we...?

[frosted_eyelash]

Merlin's wrinkly anatomy. *sighs in relief* That's better.

True, but it would be fun.

*turns pink* Er yeah...I--I think we did...

[hunting_realism]

[ooc: jk;hkgh did what???]

[hunting_realism]

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*dryly*

Welcome to the worst job you'll ever have.

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[vancealot]

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You and Marlene. Both little bright rays of sunshine. I'm hoping it's not from the job, or I'll hand in my resignation tomorrow.

How's the spying thing going, anyway?

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[hunting_realism]

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Oh goodness. From following the Slytherins around all day? Couldn't be. It's obviously the wrackspurts.

Mildly well, I suppose. I can't move my left arm without it hurting, though.

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[vancealot]

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I dunno. I've been annoying the Slytherins all day, and am actually rather cheerful. It must be the wrackspurts.

*pales*

Y-you got...?

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