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[bleumanda]

Ahhhh. Weekend. Beautiful beautiful weekend. Er..... yes. I'm having one of those days where any sort of sensical, coherent human communication escapes me.

[Private]
I've realized something. That I'm not quite ready to go out there... into the... real world, I guess you could call it? I have no idea what I'm doing. I'd rather just stay here at

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[dressedtoquill]

I could nick some of Raevynn's perfume for you. You could smell her coming from a mile away, strong, nasty stuff, cover up anything, I'd wager. If not, I've some lovely stuff of my own to cover up the stench. Merlin knows we don't want you smelling of wood and vegetables.

[Private to Mandy]

...I sound like Lavender and Parvati. Kill. Me. Now.

[/Private]

[bleumanda]

Hah, I'm not quite partial to the idea of covering up one nasty smell with another. And you'd think that wood and vegetables would make a nice odour, but you'd be horribly, horribly wrong. Smells like something that Professor Hagrid would make in a soup.

[Private: Morag]

You have a preferred method or do I get to be creative?

[dressedtoquill]

Are you saying my perfume smells bad? You BINT! I shall have to kill you.

[Private to Mandy]

Oh, by all means, and if my girlish prattle gets any worse than it is right now, do make it painful and slow. I'll deserve it.

[/private]

[bleumanda]

Hehe you know that wasn't what I meant. I actually had no idea you wore perfume, you'd think after sleeping in the same room as you for seven years I would have noticed something of the sort, but aparently not. Anyhow, nothing to worry about, Raevynn smells enough for the entire tower.

[Private to Morag]

Wait. You're killing me, yet I'm killing you? This is getting rather complicated.

[dressedtoquill]

Well, I'd hate to debunk the rumours that I naturally secrete amazing scent, but alas, it's some I made when I was bored with some Muggle book.

[Private to Mandy]

Well then, I retract MY death threat, so you're just killing me. But only if I resume talking like Lavender. Which may b very soon. I'm expecting to contract some girlish disease from her tomorrow in the Great Hall.

[/Private]

[bleumanda]

Your dirty little secret is safe with me, Morag McDougal.

[Private to Morag]

Shall I smuggle in a crossbow or something of the sort to breakfast, then? Just to be on the safe side?

I suppose I could just use my wand... but the crossbow idea seems much more exciting.

[dressedtoquill]

[Private to Mandy]

Oh, a crossbow would be theatrical, but not nearly as spectacular a death as I deserve. Maybe something with Weasley's Fireworks would be more worthy of me...

[bleumanda]

[Private to Morag]

Well, you think on that and get back to me. We both know I'm not picky.

Or.. hmm. Instead of disposing of you when you have annoying teen-girl behaviour, why don't we just go straight to the source?