All the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.

[dracolicious]

And once again, Potter is hacked off for a completely idiotic reason, and is presently giving his frustration an outlet through corned beef

Comments

[boywholives]

Try not to choke on it.

[dracolicious]

Did you decide on cream of arsenic or a sprinkling of nightshade for taste?

[boywholives]

Maybe it was both.

[dracolicious]

Tasty. Sauce of Hypocrisy is divine on meats of all varieties.

[boywholives]

There's more than one hypocrite in this room.

[dracolicious]

I know. Lambchop insisted he agreed with me on the no biting rule, and yet.

[boywholives]

He might have more sense than you.

[dracolicious]

If only that were true, my skin might remain unbroken. Alas.

No more death nibbling. I'll strap a muzzle on you, brat.

[boywholives]

Mortimer Scorpius, you stop biting this instant or no pudding for you.

[dracolicious]

Look at that fierce glare! You could make grown men cower at your feet.

[boywholives]

Don't encourage him. He's been a pill lately.

[dracolicious]

Just lately?

[boywholives]

Bean, take your brothers upstairs and help them into their pyjamas, would you? Daddy and I need to have a little chat. Emmy, put a film on until I come upstairs. I'll bring pudding up in a bit, okay?

[dracolicious]

That sounds ominous. Going to take me over your knee and spank me until I see reason?

[boywholives]

You infuriate me.

[dracolicious]

I'm a professional.