A Revelation That I Would Like to Share.

[grrgoyle]

Because I ate some spoiled food, I was in the loo today sobbing. I thought about Dumbledore. I thought about spoiled food

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[boogiedownvince]

Merlin, Gregory. I don't think I'll ever be able to look at acid pops again without picturing with long white hair and spectacles. That was. Really something Goyle.

This is such a bad day not to have cupcakes.

What kind of an appetizer am I?

[grrgoyle]

Remember in first year, when you accused me of biting you? And I said that I didn't, but I did?

You tasted like Muggle Meat!

[boogiedownvince]

Do you mean, the meat of a muggle, as in 'gnawgnaw, muggle flesh!' or do you mean, the meat muggles serve as appetizer, as in 'mm, taste this ham, smoked the old-fashioned muggle way!'?

If the former is it;
I. I am a pureblood.
II. How do you even KNOW what muggle flesh tastes like?!
III. If so, does it taste like cupcakes? Apple pie?

[grrgoyle]

Crabbe, do you remember at that party at my manor that my father held when we were eight, and we devoured this rather tasty meat that we weren't sure what it was?

Well, er. Now you know!

And to answer the third question: You, silly!

[slytherinthingy]

What a wonderful artistic endeavour, Goyle. And a fitting tribute to our drowned Headmaster.

[slytherinthingy]

Am I an appetizer as well?

[grrgoyle]

My stomach rumblings are relaying to me the message that you are like an OreoEO cookie they sell in Hogsmeade. White on the outside with two creamy cookies and a black middle, sandwiched in between the two white cookies, that is struggling to ooze out.

I think it means that you are Evil, Blaise! Dark! Congratulations!

[slytherinthingy]

Well, that is certainly an interesting thing to be.

I should be proud to be thought of as evil, is what you are saying, right? Very interesting indeed.

Am I tasty then?

[waitingfortom]

I never thought I'd think... something like that... that maybe there's something to anything you say.

Not that I'm saying I think something of this. Um.

But it's kind of good to know even you can feel something about this. Even if it's something really weird.

[grrgoyle]

Of course I feel, Weasley #7!

Right now all this prophetic talk is making me HUNGRY.

[reallyquiteevil]

You know, I really don't think I did that, or said that, but cheerio for keeping the spirit.

I would like to note, however, that I am not like you. At all, really. I am not like any of you! I am special! Unique and special! And better than you! I've known it since I first self-actualised and took possession of my dark, dark soul! Oh so much better and specialier! So there!

[waitingfortom]

Are you going to come pay your respects... er... disrespects to your fallen foe?

You are very very special and very unique.

[reallyquiteevil]

What, come waltzing Matilda into the Pillars of Storgé, a place sure to be filled with all of the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry in such a state of emotional distress and vulnerability that I could perform the full season of the Russian ballet wearing those round sort of woven pads you set the tea kettle on and apricot jam without drawing the least bit of attention and at such a mental, emotional, and moral right angle to myself that if I was to ask for a hanky I would likely receive a large stuffed holiday goose and a gerbil named George, and sit amongst them in a way that implies I feel any slight bit of grief, sadness, anguish, anger, shock, despair, heartbreak, sorrow, or doldrums towards the death of the man I have battled near and far, from the deepest waters to the highest peak, through the changing seasons and the several decades, foe against foe, in the modern classic struggle of good versus evil

[waitingfortom]

I can't guarantee what other people will do, but I certainly won't start hexing you now. If anyone does snap out of their grief enough to notice you and realise they really don't like you very much normally, I'll try to distract them.

Double super secret truce, taken to infinity plus one on--

Doesn't that work out to mean totally NOT a truce if it's the opposite of infinity plus one? Like it's absolutely totally not a truce?

[nothisbitch]

Gregory, such thoughts can only lead to depression.

[grrgoyle]

But depression leads to denial! Denial leads to anger! Anger leads to grief! And grief leads to depression!

[drunkirishdude]

So it's just a twisted circle of horrible feelings, is it??

You know, for some reason I keep picturing a small green dude saying something like that. But you are anything but small and green, so perhaps, not.

May I offer you a whiskey??? So that we may get drunk and belligerent to honour of our Headmaster. I'm sure that's the way he would want us to spend his mourning day.

[grrgoyle]

I already had whiskey, Seamus. I went to Professor Sprout to talk, and she gave me some sherry. I told Professor Flitwick that the weather was nice today, and he shoved me a butterbeer.

Then I went to Madam Pomfrey because I was feeling sick, and she prescribed me firewhiskey!