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[auror_moody]

Back to the old hovel.

Tell me then, DO YOU PLAN TO TAKE YEARS OUT THERE, BOY?

And mind the dustbins. They've a bit of a temper to them. TEETH TOO.

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[bootme]

You must be kidding me.

Something bit me out here, I don't know what it is, and for all I know it was carrying some deadly disease or another. I'm certain that if I die of this all the Ministry will...probably not care, but the point stands.

[auror_moody]

Probably was carrying a deadly disease. Might want to get on trying to heal that then, before it's too late.

COME ON NOW. IT'S JUST A MOULDERING OLD COTTAGE, not much more than a pile of bricks, really. You took down a section of the Hogwart's castle but can't find your way into a pile of bricks? SAD. YOU'RE REALLY NOT WHAT THEY TOLD ME YOU WOULD BE.

[bootme]

Oh, brilliant. So, you're going to feed me to wildlife, then?

All right, then. Now, mind, I doubt that you'd appreciate me blowing up part of this...thing...especially because I rather imagine that I must at least make an attempt at living here afterwards, God help me, so...

[auror_moody]

I think there's a pack of wolves that roam the forest over those hills, so COULD BE.

Most days I don't give a toss what a little toerag like you does, but they must have sent you to me for good reason. Could try to blow up part of the house, sure, but I doubt the house would appreciate that much. It has its own ways of retaliating, see. THIS WOULD BE WHAT THE BIG BOYS CALL 'CONSEQUENCE'.

Try thinking your way through it for once, RAVENCLAW.

[bootme]

They kicked me out, I'm not a bloody Ravenclaw any more, now am I?

And, fine, then. Explosions are out, as, I suppose, are attempting to break windows. Excuse me for a second.

[auror_moody]

A BLOODY TOERAG, THEN.

Oooh. This ought to be interesting.

[bootme]

...Sweet Jesus what the Hell was that?

You're a twisted old bastard, you know that, right? Just bloody checking, you know.

[auror_moody]

OH DO I KNOW.

I've looked through your words, boy. You've not got much of a place in the un-twisted category yourself, especially for someone who hasn't seen nearly so much betrayal, death, pain, and evil as he THINKS HE HAS.

[bootme]

Did I claim that I didn't fall into that category? I sure as bloody Hell don't remember claiming that, you know.

And I'm young. I have time to learn, you know. Much more than some people likely have.

[auror_moody]

Did I CLAIM that you DIDN'T CLAIM to be twisted? HAHA.

So you're throwing out that you have youth on me, eh? Good then. Means you're well aware that youth is the pretty much the ONLY thing that you have on me. AND AS FOR RIGHT NOW, MY PIECE O SHITE COTTAGE IS BESTING YOU TOO.

[bootme]

Did I claim that you claimed that I didn't claim to be twisted?

And I'd love to see you in a switched position here, you know. Oh, my, if I ever manage to catch you off guard, may I please taunt the living hell out of you, as well?

Fine, then. Completely fine.

If you need me I'll be sitting out here with a fag until I get in there, right? Then I'm going to put a wolverine in your bed or something to make up for this insanity, and I know I'm not supposed to make death threats anymore, but they're so incredibly satisfying.

[auror_moody]

DID I CLAIM THAT YOU ARE AN IRRITATING BRAT? WHY YES I DID, JUST NOW. IN MY VERY OWN HANDWRITING, NO LESS.

The day you catch me off guard is the day we shake hands and I will be rid of you for good. But until then, you probably want to avoid those steps over there. Of course, I could be lying and those steps are the only way in. You never know. CONSTANT VIGILANCE.

I LOVE WOLVERINES. Their teeth comes in handy for potions, and they make for hearty eats, too. Throw up some potatoes and we'll have ourselves a wolverine stew for supper! IT'S CHEWY.

[bootme]

I'll take that as a compliment, then, thanks.

And, well then, a challenge. I'll keep that in mind, thanks.

And you're either telling the truth or not. If you are telling the truth and you want rid of me, then the steps are likely the only way in. If you're telling the truth and you want me in, then the steps should definitely be avoided. If you're lying, we reverse the two situations, which all add up to the fact that I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me and you're a complete and utter sick bastard in general, and an insane one, to boot.

And I'll take away some curry instead, thanks. I'm not good at this 'nature' thing.

Excuse me, I'm going to get some things here. And try to find somewhere out of the wind, my lighter won't bloody work.

[seventhdaughter]

Oh my God. You're living with Mad-Eye Moody.

[bootme]

I'd noticed that. I find it rather shocking as well, however.

[seventhdaughter]

Yes, it's just I hadn't had the book out much and didn't realise, and it came as, well, a bit of a surprise.

Congratulations.