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[auror_moody]

ALL RIGHT THEN, SETTLE DOWN EVERYBODY.

Look then, they're all orange again. Whoever's out in the courtyard screaming, SHUT YOUR GOB. Last thing we need is some kind of mass hysteria.

I advise not looking out the windows at the bloody mess left on the eastern shore of the lake.

Boot, get me a bucket.

Comments

[fletchfinchley]

How much longer is Terry going to be your bucket-fetching lackey?

[auror_moody]

Do you want to bring down the official bloody mess bucket? Looks as if old Filch is looking for a volunteer.

[fletchfinchley]

No, I want to get the Hell away from this place and take him with me but he can't go because see above re: fetching buckets.

[auror_moody]

And I'm supposed to give a flyin crap about what you want?

[fletchfinchley]

You and everyone else, of course.

[auror_moody]

Shut your prissy gob and fetch the bucket yourself if you think your boy is too much of a nance to cope with such a task. And after that you can pick leftover Death Eater from the Sodzilla's teeth. Can't have her getting cavities, after all.

[fletchfinchley]

I WANT TO GO HOME.

[auror_moody]

THEN QUIT WASTING MY TIME AND LEAVE ALREADY.

[fletchfinchley]

I AM NOT LEAVING WITHOUT TERRY YOU STUPID FUCK.

[auror_moody]

Quit wasting my time with your girly whinges. Got nothing to say to you.

[fletchfinchley]

Then why are you still writing?

[the_boy_who]

Why don't you leave off? He's here because The Ministry says he has to be here, not Moody. You should be thanking them both that you haven't gotten attacked again... git.

[fletchfinchley]

Go do something useful Scarhead.

[importance_of]

Better him than us!

[fletchfinchley]

Speak for yourself! I think Potter should do it. He's the chosen one anyway. Terry hasn't got a scar on his forehead.

[importance_of]

I do! Better someone else. Though, to be honest, who is ever Chosen to Clean Up Sodzilla Luncheon?