.:v:. Silence is when I feel You best
Run, run, run - Greyback is out for your poor souls (and palatable flesh). Strange that they only realized this now, but gratifying nevertheless that at least they did - Lycanthropy isn't exactly what one would call Merlin's blessing. I would say death and destruction to the filth there should be a strict isolation of all lycans, which, the valiant
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Sorry?
Aye, that you are.
Yours,
Seamus
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Yes, yes, I can sense the slightly reproaching sarcasm in your delightful response (my heart started fluttering once I saw your familiar scrawl). I may not have been completely sincere with that 'sorry' one. Did that come out so affected?
But how have you and your ravishing pub been doing since lately? I do hope not too much of the peasant brawling, hm?
Very yours,
Montague
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You wound me. You, insincere? ‘Tis unbelievable!
Well then, I’ll be after taking your words with a mountain gain of salt for the future. Surely you were exaggerating when you bragged after snuffing muggles, eh boyo?
Right then, the Leaky’s fine, mate, but far beneath your notice. We peasants enjoy our brawling, but then you’d not have an interest in a clean fight, now would you?
After Yours,
Finnigan
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I am quite rejoiced you wouldn't believe all those uncouth rumours that run around rampant about me and my penchant for insincerity. Honestly, what a bloke needeth to do to make the world believe in his crystal purity?
But, of course, I was exaggerating. I cannot harm a fly. Especially intentionally. Maybe accidentally, but I always do pray for the poor insect afterwards. Pater peccavi et al.
Depends on your definition of a clean fight, Finnigan, love.
Only with yours,
Montague
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Crystal purity! Aye, ‘twere those very words now that leapt to me very thoughts upon our auspicious meeting. In truth don’t you know they define thee? Right, and sure I am that all would agree did they know you as I do.
Praying? And in latin? A boyo after me own Irish heart then, lad. I’ll be after including you lot in me own then.
Well now, a Slytherin and a Gryffindor no doubt would be after defining most words in quite different ways then. ‘Tis probably only a minor distinction between the two so perhaps we’ll reach a meeting of the wands minds on it, mate? Or at least find “clarity” in the discussing…
Vigilantly yours,
Seamus
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I knew I could trust you to know of the tragedy that being a Slytherin and wanting to be crystally pure is. How I desperately wish others knew me just as well and were just as benevolently disposed to me. I do suffer from all this unlove, you know, Seamus dear.
But yes, praying and latin is all about me. If only you could see me thrashing in throes of religious ecstasy as I fornicate blasphemously on the altar with such juicy relish praise the lord! You would gladly agree to include me into your fundamentalist circle of trust, darlingest.
Oh how I love philosophical and linguistic debates! Surely, I am up for anything, if it involves your warming presence, Seamus, mate.
Violently yours,
Montague
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Aye, Aye, ‘tis oft said that “the good suffer and the wicked proper” and there’s no doubt o’ your part in that scheme now is there, mate?
Well now, my circle of trust’s after including all those in need, whilst defending against all that is evil. ‘Twood be wide and welcoming to those in the throes of religious ecstasy. Speaking with in tongues are you now, luv?
Right then, up for anything are ye, boyo? Why then, ‘twill be fun to "debate" whatever slight differences of opinion there could possibly be betwixt you and me. For discerning wizards of our experience, we’ve a veritable wealth of understanding between us.
Enforceably yours,
Seamus
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Not an inch of a doubt there, my friend. I'd obviously be included in the righteous good, even if my methods so far have been of a rather dubious nature. In the end, I am after the same good as you are, the only exception being the means I am choosing. Then again, this is what makes this life interesting, isn't it?
Oh but how knowledgeable you are, dearest. Glossolalia is my specialization. Only five galleons per one wonderful and religiously arousing performance. Although I've been asked to perform it as part of a symphorophiliac sexual encounter of two warlocks at the battle scene somewhere in Siberia a few years ago. Quite the enlightening experience, I would say.
Clear or dirty - fighting with you will be a pure pleasure bordering on sadistic orgasm religious ecstasy, love. I can do any kind of wand dueling, foils, witticisms - the list may go down all the way to the more explicit and dangerous competitions. All at your own discrtion, of course.
Sadistically yours,
Montague
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Aye luv, life’s interesting enough without the close examination of the methods and means you’ve employed then. ‘Twood be fair to say that we’d be a bit apart on the two now then right? Somewhat the difference ‘twixt bitters and Arthurs, to be sure, but nary a need for concern in the slightness. ’til I catch you to rights
Well now, I fear, dearest Montague, that your glossolalia would appear to be more schizophrenic than religious. ‘Twood be prudent to watch after autoerotic asphyxiation on those said occasions. Right then, I’ll not worry, for we all know how prudent are Slytherins.
Fight? Montague boyo, say ‘tis not true and be quick to deny it! You wound me too deep to suggest it! For where would a culchie like Seamus be but for the true friendship and care from his Morsus!
Angelically Yours,
Seamus
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I cannot but agree with you there. Who cares about differences in methods, when the end result is practically the same, hm? Leave them to personal predilections - it is all that separates us all in this most amusing of worlds.
Schizophrenic?! Seamus, why have you never told me you knew such complex concepts? I am awed. Awed and horrified you would be so utterly rational and logic in matters of religion. Where our almighty lord is concerned - there can be no schizophrenia or any other mental disorder. It is all the lord trying to talk to us! Your cynicism saddens me, my friend. But your concern for my health revives my faith in you, Seamus. Autoerotic or not, asphyxiation is a bad thing, even if it has nothing to do with your humble servant here, as my serving a glossolaliac sermon for the copulating pair at the scene of a bloodthirsty battle, was not dangerous at all. Shielding charms and all, you know ( ... )
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