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Oh, for the love of Hogwarts.
What is she doing here? Isn't there any sort of quality control?
I'm harbouring a tiny shred of secret hope that I have merely fallen into a hallucinatory coma due to the stresses of my week. When I return to consciousness and ask whether Fleur Delacour has got herself one of these books, perhaps a mediwitch will reassure me in a very soothing voice that this couldn't possibly be so.
Oh, oh, oh.
Fred? George? I am commanding you as your eldest brother, here. Tonight when I visit, your flat must be stocked with enough firewhisky to get me absolutely, unapologetically hammered.
And none of that Old Ogden's, if you please. Those cheap brands that burn your throat on the way down get you sloshed much faster. And you know, a more potent potable would be acceptable, too. I have to cope with this news somehow.
MERDE!
What is she doing here? Isn't there any sort of quality control?
I'm harbouring a tiny shred of secret hope that I have merely fallen into a hallucinatory coma due to the stresses of my week. When I return to consciousness and ask whether Fleur Delacour has got herself one of these books, perhaps a mediwitch will reassure me in a very soothing voice that this couldn't possibly be so.
Oh, oh, oh.
Fred? George? I am commanding you as your eldest brother, here. Tonight when I visit, your flat must be stocked with enough firewhisky to get me absolutely, unapologetically hammered.
And none of that Old Ogden's, if you please. Those cheap brands that burn your throat on the way down get you sloshed much faster. And you know, a more potent potable would be acceptable, too. I have to cope with this news somehow.
MERDE!