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[firstoutfirstup]

So it appears that my socks have begun to spontaneously combust. Either that or someone is up to some fantastically annoying shenanigans.

It's been a week since Kingsley Minister Shacklebold died. I still don't know how to feel. I mean, I'm SAD, but should I also feel angry? Outraged? Frightened? Glum with an unfortunate outlook on the future of

Comments

[bawlbellow]

I'm sorry about your socks.

[firstoutfirstup]

It's a great tragedy, isn't it?

[bawlbellow]

Will you miss them terribly?

[firstoutfirstup]

Tremendously.

[bawlbellow]

At least they didn't spontaneously combust while on your feet.

[firstoutfirstup]

Shh! Don't give them any ideas! One day I may be a world-class quidditch star with no need for my feet, but right now they are very much a necessity.

[lowexpectation]

Aiming rather high.

[firstoutfirstup]

I disagree!

[bawlbellow]

Your feet will always be a necessity.

[firstoutfirstup]

Not if I fly everywhere.

[bawlbellow]

How will you land?

[firstoutfirstup]

I won't.

[bawlbellow]

You'll want to at some point.