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[potteritis]

Okay. Right. There's this. I have a problem.

I'm sort of... kind of... in love lust love with this guy. But we broke up (and when I say "we", I mean "he dumped me and so we") and we're friends, if by friends you mean not shagging, in which case I'm friends with everybodyAnyway

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[dr_theta_sigma]

Are you quite certain it's love? Afterall, it's fairly easy to be confused about this sort of thing.

Anyways, it's not the end of the world, perhaps you should give it a go with this other bloke. If it turns out there isn't any passion there, you can still pine away for the unreciprocating lover mentioned before.

[potteritis]

I used to hope think it wasn't, but I've had a lot of time to think about it since and I'm pretty sure it is.

He's not unreciprocating. He's a git.

[dr_theta_sigma]

Well aren't they all. There there, poor boy, I'm sure this second fellow will treat you better. Just make sure he isn't in the habit whining about the chance of a lifetime.. That git Ricky..

[potteritis]

Oh, no. He's more in the habit of touching me inappropriately at work. Which, I mean, yeah, nobody ever really goes in the break room around one in the afternoon, but still. Doesn't mean there should be anything going on in there that can't go on in a private flat.

[dr_theta_sigma]

Aren't work break rooms in the habit of having surveillance cameras? Poor boy.

[potteritis]

Not our break rooms. They don't use those kinds of things here.

[dr_theta_sigma]

Oh, right.. right.. I'd forgotten. So then it's more of, surveillance charmed talismans or some such, right? I'm sure someone's got a nice pensieve full of your naughty highlights. Poor, poor, boy.

[potteritis]

That would explain how Tonks found out...