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[cornered_beef]

I hate being home.

Everything looks red when it's not, and I keep thinking about you.

And I can't even play with the thing in Ravenclaw Tower! This is really not on.

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[waitingfortom]

Sounds like you have a problem with your eyes.

[cornered_beef]

More like a problem with my heart.

[waitingfortom]

What's the point of that picture? It looks like something Dean would use.

[cornered_beef]

I'm excited to talk to you!

A few days has felt like a few lifetimes.

[terryclothrags]

You know, mate, maybe this would be a good time to spend a week at St. Mungo's and get over the red hair thing. Or locate some Firewhiskey and make some Flaming Dragon's Egg Nog.

[acridturpintine]

I like egg nog.

[terryclothrags]

I think Mikey is mad, I am trying to talk some sense and egg nog into him over at his place.

[cornered_beef]

That sounds like a good idea, actually. Flaming Dragon's Egg Nog. I have some firewhiskey left over from the summer hols, if you want to Floo over.

That is, if Ginny's not Flooing over, or if I'm not Flooing over there.

Hold on a second.

[waitingfortom]

Right, now that that round is done with, may we please have some more?

I'm going to need a lot more if that damn mistletoe's going to hang all night.

It's not really fair if it's just the two of us caught under it, anyway.

[terryclothrags]

You realize, there is only so much Dragon's Egg Nog I could steal without my mum getting suspicious, right? At this rate, not only will we all be utterly shit-faced, but we'll run out before either the Firewhiskey or the hour is up.

[cornered_beef]

Then what will we do for entertainment?

I am not eyeing you, Ginny, I swear.

[waitingfortom]

Oh, you were eyeing Terry then?

I guess we could play a game.

...

That damn mistletoe is still there.