I'm going to ignore that first line that looks a bit like your head connected with the keypad. Repeatedly.
You know, George, while I'm touched at your concern, I really don't see how you're in a place to judge. You're not just associating with the wrong sort of people... you're in an organisation of Death Eaters! I don't see how my wearing suits and being concerned with my business (which, I might add, is a very mature venture on my part and will serve me well in the future), is anything compared to your gallivanting off with people who are very clearly EVIL. I think that if anyone were to develop murderous tendencies, it would be you.
Right.
No, I don't have a date for the Yule Ball. Not that I've really thought about the whole thing anyway. It's unbecoming of a businessman to care about trivial school events when there are so many other more important things to think about. And no, that does not make me a stiff. It just means that I have my priorities straight.
Why do you want to know, anyway? Do you have a date? Found a girl who will let you dress her up in a dirndl?
A Yule Ball is a dance. An organised dance. You go and... dance, basically. There's not too much to it. You honestly don't remember, do you?
No, I bloody well don't, thank you so much for noticing.
See, you already sound like a stiff! Priorities, ha! About as straight as the pole shoved up--
Ahem. Let's be civil here.
What is a dirndl? Are you making up words to the German language? Really, Fred, no need to result to such desperate measures. I can very well teach you about the wonders of hitting your hea-- uhm, the language. Ahh yes. Exquisite.
I beg your pardon?! There is nothing shoved anywhere, thank you very much! I am still perfectly capable of loosening up and having just as good a time as the next person.
Yes, civil would be good. But then, isn't it a bit rich for you to suggest that seeing as you are involved in - need I reiterate - an association for Death Eaters.
I have no desire to learn anything about that strange and unappealing combination of discordant syllables that you call a 'language'. Sorry. Nothing personal, of course.
You know, George, while I'm touched at your concern, I really don't see how you're in a place to judge. You're not just associating with the wrong sort of people... you're in an organisation of Death Eaters! I don't see how my wearing suits and being concerned with my business (which, I might add, is a very mature venture on my part and will serve me well in the future), is anything compared to your gallivanting off with people who are very clearly EVIL. I think that if anyone were to develop murderous tendencies, it would be you.
Right.
No, I don't have a date for the Yule Ball. Not that I've really thought about the whole thing anyway. It's unbecoming of a businessman to care about trivial school events when there are so many other more important things to think about. And no, that does not make me a stiff. It just means that I have my priorities straight.
Why do you want to know, anyway? Do you have a date? Found a girl who will let you dress her up in a dirndl?
A Yule Ball is a dance. An organised dance. You go and... dance, basically. There's not too much to it. You honestly don't remember, do you?
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See, you already sound like a stiff! Priorities, ha! About as straight as the pole shoved up--
Ahem. Let's be civil here.
What is a dirndl? Are you making up words to the German language? Really, Fred, no need to result to such desperate measures. I can very well teach you about the wonders of hitting your hea-- uhm, the language. Ahh yes. Exquisite.
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Yes, civil would be good. But then, isn't it a bit rich for you to suggest that seeing as you are involved in - need I reiterate - an association for Death Eaters.
I have no desire to learn anything about that strange and unappealing combination of discordant syllables that you call a 'language'. Sorry. Nothing personal, of course.
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