I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

[alt_ron]

What the merry flip?

I mean. Really.

'Hello, my name is Ronald Weasley, so good to meet you, ma'am. May I offer you my seat? Could I bring you a glass of punch? Hang up your fur stole? What did you say? Could I take your terrier outside for a whizz? Oh, certainly. No bleedin trouble at all.' smile ... smile

'Good evening, sir. My name is Ronald Weasley. Oh, quite right, sir, you do outrank me. You should certainly go before me in the queue.'

At least Greengrass and Macmillan were sporting about it. We were next to Dunstan and Nott--and they were not playing nicely with Fawcett. At all.

Comments

[alt_sally_anne]

Well, she DID ask in her journal whether we had any further questions...

[alt_pansy]

I think the ideal etiquette would be to spit on the person in question's shoes, and then raise the right side of the upper lip while backing away slowly and staring. But I'm not entirely sure.

[alt_sally_anne]

That must be right; if you backed away slowly, THEN spit on their shoes, you'd undoubtedly miss, and then where would you be? IN DISGRACE, THAT'S WHERE.

[alt_pansy]

And horror of horrors, at the next fancy party, you'd be... LOWER ON THE LIST.