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All right. So... no one's hurt. We're all back in common rooms, and Himself's off with a bunch of the teachers, having a firewhiskey or playing Snap or whatever evil gits do after a feast and a fighting demo.
It was... not what I expected. At all. I mean, who knew He's ever in a decent mood?
I mean, for a bloke who doesn't look physically capable of smiling, He looked next thing to cheerful tonight.
It was... not what I expected. At all. I mean, who knew He's ever in a decent mood?
I mean, for a bloke who doesn't look physically capable of smiling, He looked next thing to cheerful tonight.
Re: Private Message to Ron
You know what? Send the scotch up to us if you're not going to drink it yourself. We're all awake up here. Finnigan, Harry and I. A right party.
Or, yeah. Nevermind about that.
We'll figure it out on our own.