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[goddesspatil]

Oh my God.

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[swanchang]

PADMA OH PADMA

[goddesspatil]

CHO OH CHO.

Isn't it hard to write with a lap full of Spanish men?

[swanchang]

You would think so but Jésus is quite focused on my collarbone at the moment and says the movement of my hand across the page is erotic. Who am I to protest, Padma? Who am I to protest?

[goddesspatil]

Well, in that case I'll do my best to assist you in prolonging the arousing.

In spite of myself.

Is Terry all right though?

[swanchang]

Oh bugger Terry, he should have been here with the rest of us to keep an eye on his poufy love instead of reading. I love a good book at much as the next person but SWEET GOD Padma who can deny a mouth on a neck like tihs?

[goddesspatil]

This is just going to be so ugly in the morning, I know it.

And eight more days, Cho. Eight days. Then I'll get back to you on the neck thing.

[swanchang]

Eight days, eight days, and what on earth happens in eight days, Miss Padma of the London Patils?

[swanchang]

Your picture holds hints! Perhaps something to do with the incorrigible Mr Davies of the Snarkily Misleading Davies!

[goddesspatil]

Misleading?

He's out of camp in eight days, but what do you mean misleading?

[swanchang]

No reasons darling, keep your pretty little head up beat and with thoughts of showering little Alexander in much needed attention!

[goddesspatil]

Oh. I see then.

I'm not certain, but I think jealousy is really an ugly colour on you right now, Cho. It's not like you didn't have a chance.

[swanchang]

I think I missed the point where we regressed into third and fourth year girls, respectively. We're too old for this. You have fun with Mr Quidditch 1997, honestly.

[goddesspatil]

You've got a point. I blame the hour.

You have fun with Mr... who was it again?

[bittercakes]

Why would she be jealous when she's sitting in a sweaty spaniard's lap?

[goddesspatil]

I conceded the point, Marietta.

I thought you had two though?

[bittercakes]

I do have two. At least.