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Dear Marauders,
Why are boys, yourselves included, such obnoxious prats? Especially brothers. They expect their sister to remain celibate until marriage just because they haven't even been kissed. Mothers too. I am not a child. Oh and another person, let's call her 'Phlegm' for now, she thinks she is God's gift because her grandmother is a Veela. Seriously, try using that peanut-sized thing in your head called a BRAIN! My brother could do much better.
G.W.
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Padfoot: PMS, no?
You don't even know what PMS means, dolt.
Padfoot: Yes I do. Pissed-[at]-Men-[and]-Shit.
If I wasn't a Muggle I would Crucio you on the spot.
Padfoot: But you are a Muggle, therefore there isn't much you can do.
I have a knee. You have a crotch.
Padfoot: Uh. I'm just going... for a walk.
I suggest you answer the letter.
Lupin: Tell your brother that you have the right to do what you want. As for your mother, it's her maternal instinct.
Prongs: Ah Moony, always the voice of reason.
Lupin: I try my best.
Prongs: I found a picture of Peter the other day. When he was a first year. It scared me.
That isn't hard to believe.
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Padfoot: We're not going to answer all the comment we receive because we are too lazy we get so many. And it is hard to answer EVERYONE SINGLE ONE OF THEM! Ah. The price of popularity.
:rolls eyes:
Prongs: Now, we give you the honour of Peter's school photo!
Oh, joy. How generous Potter.
Prongs: I know, I know.
Click on it.
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Prongs: Why do you have Snivellus as your display picture?
Because I want to promote cupcakes that have Snape's head in sugar paper on them
Padfoot: Seriously?!
No.
Why are boys, yourselves included, such obnoxious prats? Especially brothers. They expect their sister to remain celibate until marriage just because they haven't even been kissed. Mothers too. I am not a child. Oh and another person, let's call her 'Phlegm' for now, she thinks she is God's gift because her grandmother is a Veela. Seriously, try using that peanut-sized thing in your head called a BRAIN! My brother could do much better.
G.W.
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Padfoot: PMS, no?
You don't even know what PMS means, dolt.
Padfoot: Yes I do. Pissed-[at]-Men-[and]-Shit.
If I wasn't a Muggle I would Crucio you on the spot.
Padfoot: But you are a Muggle, therefore there isn't much you can do.
I have a knee. You have a crotch.
Padfoot: Uh. I'm just going... for a walk.
I suggest you answer the letter.
Lupin: Tell your brother that you have the right to do what you want. As for your mother, it's her maternal instinct.
Prongs: Ah Moony, always the voice of reason.
Lupin: I try my best.
Prongs: I found a picture of Peter the other day. When he was a first year. It scared me.
That isn't hard to believe.
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Padfoot: We're not going to answer all the comment we receive because we are too lazy we get so many. And it is hard to answer EVERYONE SINGLE ONE OF THEM! Ah. The price of popularity.
:rolls eyes:
Prongs: Now, we give you the honour of Peter's school photo!
Oh, joy. How generous Potter.
Prongs: I know, I know.
Click on it.
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Prongs: Why do you have Snivellus as your display picture?
Because I want to promote cupcakes that have Snape's head in sugar paper on them
Padfoot: Seriously?!
No.