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[kingslinator]

Kingsley has been MIA for months. Few believe he's still around. Most presume he's dead. Most have forgotten about him. Most don't even remember Kingsley in the first place. But he's back...

*Kingsley strides up the drive and into the castle casually. He heads up the Grand Staircase in search of a hot shower and his old bed*

Who knows the password

Comments

[padfootthegreat]

Kingsley! How've you been, mate?

The password's banana fritters.

[kingslinator]

Sirius! Good! How about you?

What happened to your face?..

What's happening around here that I need to know about?

[padfootthegreat]

Eh? What's wrong with my face? Did you forget manners wherever you buggered off to?

[kingslinator]

Sorry. I forgot you just look retarded all the time... haha

[padfootthegreat]

Thanks a bunch...

[kingslinator]

No worries mate