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Mar 15, 2008 21:00

The happiest day - the happiest hour
My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride, and power,
I feel hath flown. Oh bother... is it sear'd or seared? I never can remember properly, especially not when stressed ( Read more... )

cheer up with some poe, thinking cap, serious hermione time, scholarly things, poetry hour with hermione, feeling a bit emo

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thelestrangest March 16 2008, 02:18:22 UTC
A Mudblood!

I have my wand.

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cogently March 16 2008, 02:23:19 UTC
Oh, wonderful. I get to deal with this here, as well.

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thelestrangest March 16 2008, 02:24:22 UTC
You won't have to for long. I promise!

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cogently March 16 2008, 02:25:38 UTC
Is that so? I regret to inform you that I'm not going to be all that easy to get rid of, wand in my possession or not.

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thelestrangest March 16 2008, 02:29:12 UTC
That might be, but I'm a cat, and I'm smarter. I can turn you into a hunk of wood and burn you. Or just throw you in the woods. You can't die here, at least not for long. Imagine spending eternity as a block of wood slowly rotting in the woods, peed on by some passing animal.

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cogently March 16 2008, 16:20:44 UTC
It seems as if you're doing enough imagining for the both of us, so I'll pass on doing so, thank you.

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