Of course I already knew that. You are completely right, I am a brilliant man although as to the fancying myself as a brilliant man thing you are sorely mistaken. I do not fancy myself as anything -- but I am all to aware of my gifts and excellent traits and see no need to be modest about these.
Potter, I must admit that I have never heard more disappointing news. I had held onto the hope that you were finally going to fulfill the dreams of this man and not respond to this owl, due to extenuating circumstances i.e. your death. You have now ensured that I will spend my week wrapped in bed, hugging my teddy bear and crying my little broken heart out. I hope your happy.
I must say that I was astounded that you sunk so low as to use common language in your owl to me. Can you not use formal language in formal communication? Honestly, I now know why they kicked you out of the Auror program. Unable to adequately complete paperwork, Potter. I'm disappointed in you
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In case it has failed to escape your notice I have been astoundingly modest in my communication with you, and all meetings we have had in the past. You will notice -- if your tiny brain can remember back further than what you did last night -- that I have not mentioned how stunningly attractive I am for ... oh, the past month or so. If that is not modest, Potter, I fail to see what is.
Alas, I do not wish for you to kick the bucket. I do not wish for you to be able to kick any bucket for you will be dead. Honestly, I sometimes get the feeling I am talking to someone who has yet to grasp the basics of the English language. A question, Potter, if I may (and I will anyway despite your wishes): why are you quite so fond of living? I have yet to think of one example who is quite fond of your living. Hmm. I'll have to get back to you on that one
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I applaud my restraint also. It hasn't ceased to amaze me as of yet and I've been aware of the fact for, oh say three weeks. Those chocolates were just the reward I needed and I thank you. As to your worries about them ruining my godlike figure I can assure you that my figure is perfectly able to cope with a few chocolates. I do wish you'd stop projecting your insecurities about your figure onto me. Oh, and this reminds me of something I meant to ask. Have you been letting yourself go lately, Potter? You looked simply atrocious when I last saw you. Gave me nightmares, you did.
I do not care what you thought of the bloody stupid coot man. Dumbledore was quite clearly psychotic and it doesn't surprise me to learn that he looked forward to death. It does surprise me, however, that you don't. I always thought the two of you were as alike as -- what's the expression? -- two peas in a pod
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I urge you not to worry and assure you that no bowing or kissing of the shoes shall ever occur ... well, not from myself in any case. I do believe that somewhere along the way I have managed to acquire a bit of class, thank you very much and kissing someones shoes -- even yours, Potter -- makes me feel physically ill. And, yes, you're right. There's no way that you of all people would be able to direct a subtle dig at anyone. You're far more likely to throw a chair at me, all things considered
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Of course I already knew that. You are completely right, I am a brilliant man although as to the fancying myself as a brilliant man thing you are sorely mistaken. I do not fancy myself as anything -- but I am all to aware of my gifts and excellent traits and see no need to be modest about these.
Potter, I must admit that I have never heard more disappointing news. I had held onto the hope that you were finally going to fulfill the dreams of this man and not respond to this owl, due to extenuating circumstances i.e. your death. You have now ensured that I will spend my week wrapped in bed, hugging my teddy bear and crying my little broken heart out. I hope your happy.
I must say that I was astounded that you sunk so low as to use common language in your owl to me. Can you not use formal language in formal communication? Honestly, I now know why they kicked you out of the Auror program. Unable to adequately complete paperwork, Potter. I'm disappointed in you ( ... )
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In case it has failed to escape your notice I have been astoundingly modest in my communication with you, and all meetings we have had in the past. You will notice -- if your tiny brain can remember back further than what you did last night -- that I have not mentioned how stunningly attractive I am for ... oh, the past month or so. If that is not modest, Potter, I fail to see what is.
Alas, I do not wish for you to kick the bucket. I do not wish for you to be able to kick any bucket for you will be dead. Honestly, I sometimes get the feeling I am talking to someone who has yet to grasp the basics of the English language. A question, Potter, if I may (and I will anyway despite your wishes): why are you quite so fond of living? I have yet to think of one example who is quite fond of your living. Hmm. I'll have to get back to you on that one ( ... )
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I applaud my restraint also. It hasn't ceased to amaze me as of yet and I've been aware of the fact for, oh say three weeks. Those chocolates were just the reward I needed and I thank you. As to your worries about them ruining my godlike figure I can assure you that my figure is perfectly able to cope with a few chocolates. I do wish you'd stop projecting your insecurities about your figure onto me. Oh, and this reminds me of something I meant to ask. Have you been letting yourself go lately, Potter? You looked simply atrocious when I last saw you. Gave me nightmares, you did.
I do not care what you thought of the bloody stupid coot man. Dumbledore was quite clearly psychotic and it doesn't surprise me to learn that he looked forward to death. It does surprise me, however, that you don't. I always thought the two of you were as alike as -- what's the expression? -- two peas in a pod ( ... )
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I urge you not to worry and assure you that no bowing or kissing of the shoes shall ever occur ... well, not from myself in any case. I do believe that somewhere along the way I have managed to acquire a bit of class, thank you very much and kissing someones shoes -- even yours, Potter -- makes me feel physically ill. And, yes, you're right. There's no way that you of all people would be able to direct a subtle dig at anyone. You're far more likely to throw a chair at me, all things considered ( ... )
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