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The Wizarding World Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 10:09 am
The Reading Nook If one wanders down the lower east hall, they will find this quiet corner with a selection of fiction books for light reading.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 3:40 pm
*Makes a face as he looks over the wicker chairs before shrugging a thin shoulder and flopping back into one of them, nearly sending it back with the force of his minimal ********' hell this s**t is not comfortable worth a ********. s**t.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 3:49 pm
Considering the rumors I've heard state that you're the one who paid for all this, I can understand the complaints...
*Sits down next to the tiny male, smirking like a lazy cat as he settles back into the somewhat stiff chair*
Still looking like a mangy feline, I see, Black.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 8:57 am
Lookit you, all alive an' s**t. *Gives a lazy smirk back, watching the older male with a vague wariness*
S'up, Mully?
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 9:07 am
Nothing too pressing.. I hear you had a nasty run in with someone. I'm curious who spooked you enough to make you allow yourself to be taken in by Granger.
You seemed quite shaken after her refusing you, or so I assumed you were.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 9:15 am
You think I'm just going to tell you? *Laughs, waving the other male off as he turns his face away, rolling violet eyes while he scoffed*
Sorry, but no thanks. I'll pass on the girl talk.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 9:34 am
Always the secret keeper, aren't you, Black? *Seems amused as he watches Reg get up*
You needn't run. I'll drop the subject..
We could talk about something else.. Such as your and Severus's little affair. I'm sure that was a shining moment for the both of you. Wallowing in your own death sentences..
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 9:48 am
Try your bitter lover s**t on someone who cares. I probably gave that poor sod more emotional support with my stretched jaw than you ever did in your ********' life. You're not as crazy as the rest of them, but you're still pretty ********' ******** in the head. *Stalks out of the nook before Mulciber can get to him, trying to sound as bitchy as possible so he can get back to the false safety of his room. Prying ******** bastards be damned*
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