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[maty_unscripted]

NOW that the show is all wrapped up (you did a GREAT JOB, McCormack...once you made it there, of course!) I'm going to focus on moving into my new flat. I'm moving UP in the world. Up, up, up! But, DON'T WORRY, there won't be any funny business going on between me and Eddie now that we'll be living in the same flat (separate rooms!). We'll have the

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[mad_meaghan]

I am pretty sure I'm never doing that again.

Not without booze, anyway.

[maty_unscripted]

You could probably smuggle it in.

[mad_meaghan]

In my BELLY?

[maty_unscripted]

a FLASK!

[mad_meaghan]

What if they enact a strict antiflask policy? I don't want my hands chopped off.

[maty_unscripted]

Bring fake hands!

[mad_meaghan]

Fake hands?

[maty_unscripted]

To get chopped off!

[mad_meaghan]

I don't know where to find 'em!

And what if I got my real hands stuck inside? What then, Brownie?

[maty_unscripted]

Well I dont know that either!

See a healer, who I know you love SOOOO much!

[mad_meaghan]

Then what good are you!

Even noncrappy healers which there aren't a lot of can't grow back things that got chopped, Thing One.

[maty_unscripted]

Store the booze in the FAKE HAND then. There wont be a rule against fake hands.

[mad_meaghan]

You don't have the authority to promise that!

[maty_unscripted]

I dont think we chop off hands for first offenses ANYWAY

[mad_meaghan]

What if I became a reg and brought booze every time?

[maty_unscripted]

Dont you play quidditch sometimes?