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[yax_attacks]

He was gone... he was actually gone for the rest of the week and he took that fat, greasy pedofile with him. If Selena didn't look a complete mess with her fresh battle scars she'd celebrate. She had five days to heal; five days to dream about an impossible escape and only forty-three until a semi-permanent solution would arise once more

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[howlsoftly]

Take that back, Yaxley. How dare you.

[yax_attacks]

How dare I? Ha! I didn't know the freak, assuming that that is what you are wishing I take back. There was obviously something wrong with him if Death Eaters killed him. Was he a halfling?

[howlsoftly]

You are a despicable human being.

[yax_attacks]

So kind of your to notice. Fuck off shrimp.

[howlsoftly]

I'm not a shrimp!

[yax_attacks]

Oh that's right, that would be flattery. Now leave.

[howlsoftly]

Make me.

[yax_attacks]

Look at you trying to have a backbone. Cute.

[howlsoftly]

Not only a backbone but a heart-- something you're sorely lacking. Your nice pure blood must be stagnant in your veins, with no heart to pump it. Isn't that a cheerful thought?

[yax_attacks]

Nothing makes my day more.

[howlsoftly]

Glad to be of service.

[yax_attacks]

As you should be. Now your services are no longer needed. Be off with you.

[howlsoftly]

I'll reiterate: make me.

[yax_attacks]

Look kid I don't have the fucking patience for you, right now.

[howlsoftly]

And what better things do you have to do, exactly?

[yax_attacks]

Sharpen my nails, find those cigars and have that celebration I was talking about. Unless you are planning on crashing it with a whiskey fountain, you are not on the to do list.