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[anticlaw]

I have just been to the bookshop. This is a very good thing. Actually, it's bad, because I haven't the money to be buying hardbacks and memoires but they're much more exciting than bread and milk (oh sod it, firewhiskey and nectarines, I'm not that wholesome). Besides, I'm sure when I'm old and crusty I'll be glad that I nourished my mind rather

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[obsidere]

Hello, minx! My birthday is in 115 days!!

[anticlaw]

Do not call me that.

[obsidere]

Hello, plum! My birthday is in 115 days, nearly 114 by now though!!

[anticlaw]

Don't call me that either.

[obsidere]

What can I call you?

[anticlaw]

You can call me by my name, dumbarse. McKinnon.

[obsidere]

That's not very flashy!!

[anticlaw]

Boo hoo.

[obsidere]

Have you any crosswords that are in dire need of my genius today??

[anticlaw]

No, thanks. I don't read trash, remember?

[fabium]

Hello, creep! So! More than a hundred days! That's what, in the spring? Near Easter? I'll send you some eggs! Unfortunately, due to owls being what they are, said eggs may end up smashed against your parents' house rather than painted in pastels and sent to you where ever the hell you are! And some rocks may make their way into the delivery! Look for it, though! I've got my calendar marked!

[obsidere]

I feel as if you're being less than pleasant to me right now.

The twenty-third of May, though, and I'll be at Hogwarts!!

[fabium]

What? Me? Be unpleasant? To you? UNTHINKABLE!

[obsidere]

Oh, good to know then!!

[anticlaw]

Something tells me that Mr Lockhart was standing behind the door when they were passing out brains.

[fabium]

Only because he thought they were passing out clones.