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"You mean after you make them give me an emo b***h cut like the rest of the fags at hellhouse have, you're going t' ********' get me a f** wardrobe with a dozen pair of leather pants in all colors of the ******** rainbow just so you can ********' ask me 'OOOH okay Mr. Rowle, you decided to wear the pink hotpants on a tuesday, how were you feeling when you decided on this particular ensemble this morning?'"

*Mimicks her in a high pitched, yet sleazy sounding voice*

"The only way I am dressing like the rest of those sixty year old teenage emo homo f** wannabees is if you get them to chop off my d**k and balls while they're fagging up my hair and use them to ******** yourself while I watch and slowly bleed to death."

*Looks around with an unpleasant look on his face, and spies a hot looking hairdresser*

I want that one. Hey! Hey tits!

*Breaks away from hermione, b***h couldn't push him anyways, he was just tired of her nagging.

"b*****b and a haircut, that b***h over there is paying."

*sits down in the empty chair, his filthy dreds slapping against the seat*

*smirks, knowing he could create a lot of trouble for Hermione if he wanted, but means not to say too much until she uses Black's money to ger him some new clothes, because ******** if he had any money*

Could say the same about my 'Doctor' there, toots. Did ya know love, the definition of insanity is 'doing something over and over again and expecting different results,' and ******** if that b***h hasn't been trying the same s**t over and over for years and the only reason...

*leans forward, closer to the hairdresser he was addressing*

The only reason anyone ever listens is because they slip s**t in our food so we can't kill ourselves, and if we stay in there too long drawing unicorns and writing poems about rock gardens and listening to that nit's voice, we really ******** WILL go crazy.

* twirls his finger around his head and waggles his tongue*

Now don't give me a ********' b***h cut and watch the teeth. I'm a ********' grown man, not a wannabe preeteen b***h.

*Scowls darkly and grits his teeth at not only the use of magic on him, when he had no wand of his own or any way of defending himself besides words or fists, but at her striking ******** b***h. ******** thinks she can hit me. Where's her ******** high and mighty s**t now? One of these days when I either stop giving a s**t entirely or find a way to get away with it I'm ******** going to smack that stupid c**t against a wall so hard she'll leave a ******** indent in the ********' wall. And then I'll grab the b***h up by the hair and drag her out into the ********' dirt and show her who's the ******** master until-

*Keeps imagining all the things he would do to Hermione when he gets the chance, as well as formulating revenge for her having laid a hand on him. She would ********' come to regret it, the hypocritical slag*

*Ignored the hairdresser b***h as he grits his teeth and glares with a darker and darker expression off into space, only changing angle as his head is forcibly moved*

There were so many objects around which he could use to kill her. Stab her in the neck with a nail file. Bash her over the head with a hair dryer. Hold her down and pour soap down her throat until she choked and died from it. He could snap her back or neck over the chair, smash her face in with a pan, spray hairspray in her eyes and make her drink that.

*Reaches swiftly across his chest and grabs Hermione's closest tit, giving it a not-quite-but-almost-painful squeeze*

evil

*mouths and points since he cant speak*

"You were the one making a pass at me, just thought I'd test out a slice of ham before I bought the whole pig."

*Smirks, because squeezing Granger's tit had certainly put him in a better mood. Shame she was a mudblood, they were so squishy and round, it'd really tempt him if she were at least halfblood*

*Turns swiftly as she pushes him out the door, his hands coming to her hips as he pushes her up against the window, rattling it audibly, bending down, invading her space as he puts his mouth near the cup of her ear and whispers something unheard*

*Pulls away just as quickly, hands held up, and backs away with a dark smirk, then turns away and starts fussing with his new hairstyle*

Clothes. Gotta look snazzy as s**t before I try to pick up a waitress.

*stalks off down the street, though not too fast, knowing they had passed a sharp looking clothes shop earlier and ******** if he was going to shop for thrift, Black probably had enough money to buy them all diamond piercings for their dicks if they wanted*