I would dearly love to have seen us kick Gryffindor's arse, but I did not and do not feel like getting out of bed. Writing is a chore, don't know why I'm even bothering.
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If anyone wants one of the last five bottles of Lilith's concoction, let me know. If no one claims them, they go to Pansy for future parties by default.
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[Filter: Millicent Bulstrode]
I hear you bashed someone up pretty well. How delightful.
Under normal circumstances, I'd offer you a congratulatory shag for the win, but...circumstances are not normal. I'm in no condition for it and I'm no where near in the mood to, as I'm a little bashed up myself.
But you may collect at a later date. A few days, at the least.
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Fuck. I ache everywhere. Lilith...when did she turn into such a...psychotic...bitch when I wasn't looking?
Merlin, it hurts too much to move enough to even try to cast a glamour for this...