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[alwayspms]

I was sitting in my room and thinking about Hogwarts and how it is really a microcosm of society -- its pitfalls (broken stairs) and treachery (disguised walls) earlier today. My thoughts inspired me to write a poem

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[potter_mouth]

YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR PEN NAME COULD BE? V. STUPID POETRY.

[alwayspms]

That doesn't make much sense, Harry. A Poem, by V. STUPID POETRY. Thank you for the suggestion, though. I suppose.

Are you still conflicted, then?

[potter_mouth]

OF COURSE I'M STILL CONFLICTED, V. STUPID POETRY, MY PARENTS AND GODFATHER ARE DEAD AND THERE IS A DARK LORD PLOTTING TO RUIN MY LIFE. WHAT THE HELL DO YOU EXPECT.

[alwayspms]

I suppose I should have expected that. I know how it is to be conflicted. My boyfriend is a corpse. He was killed by a dark lord. Things are hard.

I feel I need a clever nickname for you.

[potter_mouth]

ACTUALLY, V. STUPID POETRY, YOUR BOYFRIEND WAS KILLED BY A DARK LORD'S SERVANT. JUST A THOUGHT.

[alwayspms]

He was? Wait, I was never told this. Harry.

Oh, a nickname. How about Upset and Angry Citizen of a World That Is Indeed Very Traumatising?

[potter_mouth]

YES. HIS NAME IS PETER PETTIGREW. PETER PETTIGREW. HE IS A GIT. REMEMBER THAT. PETER PETTIGREW = GIT, V. STUPID POETRY.

AND I AM VERY UPSET AND ANGRY BUT I CAN'T IMAGINE WHY YOU'D BOTHER TYPING ALL THAT OUT.

[alwayspms]

I will endeavour to remember that, though it is the tragic truth that in this world, more often than not, people are gits, as you put it.

I suppose I can call you UAACOAWTIIVT for short. Or just Upset And Angry?

[potter_mouth]

WOW CHO, YOU ACTUALLY SAID SOMETHING OF SUBSTANCE. I'M IMPRESSED.

AND WHATEVER WORKS FOR YOU, IT'S YOUR FINGERS YOU'RE KILLING.

[alwayspms]

Well, thank you, I think, Harry. I believe that my saying something of substance is not such a rare occurrence, but I suppose that I cannot expect people to always understand. Oh, tragedy.

All right, then, UAACOAWTIIVT. I hope that my fingers don't die, though, if they do, they likely can go help Cedric.

[potter_mouth]

THERE ISN'T ANYTHING TO UNDERSTAND, V. BAD POETRY, WHAT YOU WRITE IS CRAP FOR THE MOST PART. THERE'S NO OTHER EXPLANATION.

AND YEAH, I'D LIKE TO SEE YOUR DEAD FINGERS HELPING OUT DEAD CEDRIC.

[alwayspms]

You seem to be insulting someone else's poetry, Upset and Angry. I am V. STUPID POETRY. I do not know this V. BAD POETRY you speak of. I understand that perhaps not everyone has the emotional range that I do to pull from, but one can still accomplish beautiful self-expression.

You would? Perhaps you could help too, though you are not dead.

[potter_mouth]

OH, SORRY. V. STUPID POETRY.

ERRR...AND NO, MY FINGERS ARE PERFECTLY HAPPY WITHOUT HELPING OUT A DEAD GUY.

[alwayspms]

That's all right, UAACOAWTIIVT.

Oh, but it's not just any dead guy. It's Cedric! He was always very helpful. It is only courteous that we help him now.

[potter_mouth]

LOOK, I AM NOT TOUCHING CEDRIC'S DEAD AND ROTTING CORPSE TO "HELP HIM OUT" WHETHER OR NOT MY FINGERS ARE ACTUALLY ATTACHED TO MY BODY.

[alwayspms]

I'm not sure what you are implying, Harry. I was merely speaking of being a nice person.