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[gryffgenius]

I received quite the odd owl today from Viktor as he told me that the chances of anything more happening between us have all but disappeared. There was a somewhat difficult to read rant about lifestyles and lying to himself but the handwriting was so terrible I could only make out every other word. Obviously, he was talking about how he was never

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[thatslythgirl]

Oh, tell dear Krummy I said hello. And that I still have that shirt of his (but if he doesn't mind, I'd like to keep it).

Poor, confused little man. I do so love them when they're vulnerable.

[gryffgenius]

Oh, then, would you be the reason why so many of the Quidditch players here are starting to swing the other way?

I knew there must have been some sort of reason behind it.

[thatslythgirl]

Mm, hadn't thought of that. I'm not exactly the gentlest of lovers, I suppose. Ah, well. Someday I'll find a real man, just like you'll-

Well, actually, you'll probably just end up with thousands of red-haired Weasel-children running around your bloated ankles. Good luck with that, though!

[gryffgenius]

If you're not careful, you might end up with a real man yet no ankles yourself, dear.

Are you at all familar with the Shield Charm?

[thatslythgirl]

Dear? Oh, that's too rich, Granger.

Your threats mean nothing to me. Everyone knows that when it comes down to it, you'd rather be trampled by Hippogriffs than get in trouble with one of your pwecious pwofessors.

[gryffgenius]

Trampled by hippogriffs? Interesting idea. If I do recall, Hagrid's hippogriffs seem to have a particular love of Slytherins.

[gryffgenius]

And at the same time, it seems likely that you would keep your mouth closed. After all, Pansy the Pureblood cursed and jinxed by Hermione the Mudblood?

My, my. Wouldn't that make for the most delicious gossip?