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[bootme]

Now, really. I honestly thought that certain people knew better and had more patience and a better understanding of tactics than to try shite like that, especially with the way it went. Never wound an enemy, nor piss him off, you know

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[fletchfinchley]

In happier news, the second I find Smith I'm going to twat him one in the face.

Of course, I'd have to leave my dormitory to do that, and I don't know that I want to just yet.

Abbott's out there somewhere.

[bootme]

Not too hard, mind. You wouldn't want to end up like me, would you?

And I highly suggest large deadfall traps for dealing with the second.

[fletchfinchley]

Just enough to make him bleed a bit, I think. He deserves it, after all.

Unfortunately, the best way to deal with the second is to just let her hug me and then run to my next lesson.

I'm really not looking forward to tomorrow.

[bootme]

Well, as long as it's just a little bit, I can't imagine you would get into too much trouble.

Can't you distract her or something? I don't have a stupid porcelain Pomeranian for you to gift her with this year or whatever, but with that one I imagine a nice, shiny brass button would keep her busy for days.

And I can imagine.

[fletchfinchley]

Perhaps I'll be in just enough trouble to get me thrown out. Though I don't know where I'd go. This is the only safe place that'll have me at the moment.

Unfortunately.

And I've got detention with Snape for the rest of the term.

[bootme]

No, it's not.

And I know, but you have to admit that you got yourself into that one yourself.

[fletchfinchley]

It's not what?

I did, yes. And it was almost worth it.

Almost.

[bootme]

You know, the tallest wall in the universe is worth nothing if, once you're in, all of the doors have no locks.

And you managed a minor dream of just about every student since the day Rowena, Salazar, Helga and Godric sat down for tea, so I daresay it was closer to worth it than you're thinking.

Or I'd consider it so.

[fletchfinchley]

Where else am I to go then?

And I'm paying a price no student has ever been willing to pay.

I'm going to be scrubbing cauldrons and preparing potion ingredients every waking hour.

It'll keep me busy, I guess.

[bootme]

Last time I checked, not even Warsaw worked. So I don't know. There's running, there's hiding and there's fighting, and most sane people don't want to do the last, and all three get tiresome.

I think it boils down to 'do as you will', I guess. Or do what you can.

And, now now, it won't be every waking hour.

You'll also have lovely lessons. Say hello to That Woman's carnivorous plants for me, will you?

[fletchfinchley]

We should throw ourselves into the road, darling. We haven't got a chance.

I don't even know what I can do anymore.

Lessons. God. Do you think if I splinched myself again they'd let me out of them? I can't take notes if my arms are gone! Or what if I lost my ears? My eyes?

[bootme]

Into or onto?

Are we talking running away or lying down in front of a lorry and hoping for the best.

I don't know. Breathe? Live? You can do a lot of things, Justin.

And I think that if you did that, They would find a way to make you do everything evenso. Or they'd just send Moody in to find your bits again, because we all know how wonderful that was the first time around.

[fletchfinchley]

Lorry. Zoom. Squish.

O, I die, Horatio;
The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit:
I cannot live to hear the news from England;
But I do prophesy the election lights
On Fortinbras: he has my dying voice;
So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less,
Which have solicited - the rest is silence.

I cannot do what I want.

Ugh. The mere thought of his hands on my bits is repugnant enough, thank you.

[bootme]

And lo, we die, right?

Hey Father Death, I'm flying home
Hey poor man, you're all alone

That's the human condition, I think. You can't always do what you want, so you get as close as you can and you convince yourself that that's all you can ever get.

And you think I like the thought any better, do you?

[fletchfinchley]

Either die or end up in hospital somewhere with quite a lot of broken bones.

You know, I think you actually do like the thought. You're a nasty bastard.

I bet you enjoyed washing my arm off last night too.

[bootme]

Broken bones, and bruises and bleeding inside and out,

But what a way to go out, right? Or something like that. I think that's what I'm supposed to say here, no?

And last time we went anywhere near going down this path, you needed to make a run for the toilet and I woke up the next morning bruised and sore, so.

And, actually I was too caught up on trying not to think of what I was possibly washing off to have much of any opinion one way or the other as to the action.