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[dracolicious]

I fail to see what the big deal is, Potter.

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[boywholives]

Birthdays are for family.

[dracolicious]

And seeing as the man's got no family, I elected to adopt him for the day.

[boywholives]

Maxwell is a little old to be adopted.

[dracolicious]

Don't be difficult. I, unlike your savior of the universe arse, am a bit lacking in the casual friends category. Besides, if he turns up with a suitably girly gift for Muffin, even better. She enjoys the attention, and Maxwell will enjoy the baked goods and good company. I do hope he's a bit neater about ingesting the cake than these ruffians, at any rate.

[boywholives]

You have friends.

[dracolicious]

Who? Goyle in absentia? Anderson, who is rather a Weasley package deal now? Honestly.

[boywholives]

Pansy. Hermione. Me.

Where is Pansy these days, anyway? Still in St. Croix?

[dracolicious]

You don't count, Potter. You've got to be here whether you like it or not. As for Granger, she also counts as your friend, and mine only by proxy.

I've no idea what Parkinson does with her time. She could be working part time as a dominatrix for all I know.

[boywholives]

Hermione isn't just your friend because of me. Believe me, she does nothing she doesn't want to do.

Maybe you should get in touch.

[dracolicious]

Why are you so keen for me to branch out in the friend department, as long as it doesn't seem to involve Maxwell?

[boywholives]

You know why.

[dracolicious]

Because he's got a penis? You know, I suspect Arthur Weasley also has a penis, and you don't seem bothered. So has my godfather, and likely yours as well, if Lupin hasn't gnawed it off yet by mistake in a fit of monthly rage. The same goes for at least half the people we know . . . the having a penis bit, not having it gnawed off. I hope. Anyhow.

[boywholives]

Because he can't seem to stop himself from flirting with you. Doesn't he get tired of it?

[dracolicious]

Why don't you ask him?

[boywholives]

I suspect that conversation would go downhill very, very fast.

[dracolicious]

A bit like your common sense. Give me a bit of credit, Potter.