*.:TWO HUNDRED FORTY-TWO:.*

[redwhiteandhero]

Finally saw the paper.

[Here, the writing gets darker]

It's fucking sick.

I'm going to kill them. I'm going to hunt them down, and I'm going to kill them. See how these bastards like being tortured with their own fucking wands, huh?

Dammit.

Comments

[flaxenflowers]

Idiot.

[redwhiteandhero]

Shut the fuck up already!

[flaxenflowers]

No, I will not.

You are untrained and young. I do not see how this is a prudent idea.

[redwhiteandhero]

I don't care.

[flaxenflowers]

Then you will get killed and not be any help to anyone. Is that what you want?

[redwhiteandhero]

[Dammit, stop making sense. You're not supposed to make sense.]

I hate not being able to do anything.

[flaxenflowers]

( She's cold logic half the time, Alfred. It's her job to make sense. )

Obviously. But I am tired of hearing you yell about something you can do nothing about at the moment. Train and prepare yourself, then yell about the injustice.

[redwhiteandhero]

And what good does that do? Shit's happening now, not three years from now. I'm not just gonna sit around and do nothing.

[flaxenflowers]

Doesn't training to be an Auror enable you to learn to do something? You might be needed sooner than you think.

[redwhiteandhero]

Shouldn't going to school for seven years taught me how to do something?

[flaxenflowers]

Clearly it did not teach you any logic.

[redwhiteandhero]

I'm not stupid.

[flaxenflowers]

You are foolish.

[redwhiteandhero]

Shut up.

[flaxenflowers]

Fine. Get yourself killed for all I care.

[redwhiteandhero]

I'm not getting myself killed, okay. You can cancel your party.