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[withknobson]

For the eyes of Remus John Lupin.

Alright, you crazy kid. This is what it comes down to.

I bet I can grow a better beard than you.

I am throwing down the gauntlet. The gauntlet is thrown. This is it. This is NOW. What do you say?

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[teaspooned]

What do I say?

IT'S ON, POTTER.

[withknobson]

Excellent. You realise we'll have to eradicate your previous two days' worth of growth and begin afresh. It's only fair.

Maybe we should shave each other to make sure there's no cheating. I'd say we could get a third party but I definitely don't trust Sirius near my throat, and Peter's never shaved in his life.

[teaspooned]

I- fine. Fine.

And while I have no problem shaving you, I'm a bit concerned about your eyesight when combined with sharp objects. But, yeah, Sirius is right out.

Peter did shave! Well, his legs. But his knees and your face aren't that different.

[withknobson]

YOU TAKE THAT BACK. You vile little porcupine scrotum.

Just you hope my eyesight doesn't let me down.

[abitrockandroll]

Writing "For the eyes of" on bits of parchment does not remove my ability to see them. I'll alert the relevant presses and start the betting pool, shall I?

[withknobson]

Well I was going to tell you about it anyway, stupid. You have to draw up the contract for us. I don't want him using magic or anything to cheat.

[abitrockandroll]

Like he would. If this requires a trip to the Library you're buying next time we're on Hogsmeade.

[withknobson]

You never know. He gets weird about winning sometimes.

[anevanlybody]

Does this mean I'm not supposed to see this, either? I have to say, this is probably the safest (and by safest I mean 'not destructive to everyone near') bet you've made this year.

[withknobson]

You haven't seen our beards yet.

[anevanlybody]

You're right--I really shouldn't count out any upcoming stupidity. Fair point.

[withknobson]

I'm joking, Evans. Perhaps I just feel like doing something non-destructive for a change. Is that alright with you?