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[victor_jugson]

One day, they will all die by my hands. I swear to God and whoever sits on the highest seat up there.

Rosier didn't have to do it. Carrow didn't have to do it. Why me? And Rosier's probably still playing hide and seek with Amaranta around the corridors. Dear Merlin. Why me?

I said I'd put on the dress for your viewing pleasure. I did not say I would

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[nomudbloods]

Thanks for being a sport, Jugson. I'm afraid the picture isn't mine to give away anymore.

[victor_jugson]

Unfortunately, that wasn't my pleasure. Then whose is it?

[nomudbloods]

Mr. Ciceron Harkiss of Number 23 Soap Street, Paddington, London.

[victor_jugson]

Goddamnit.

Okay let's do some sort of a deal. Get the pictures back before it gets published and you can use it as blackmail. Wasn't that the original plan?

Stick to the original plan.

[victor_jugson]

As much as I hate it Thank you Rosier. And guess what? That son of a bitch seems to have made it such that you will apparently see the picture in due time.

[victor_jugson]

Should I be thanking you too?

That kind of fame I can do without, thank you very much.

[smartass_carrow]

I wore it, actually.

[victor_jugson]

Yes. And HOW? Why is it that you were not there? Hm?

Get me photo evidence.