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[cunning]

I go to the Malfoy's for a day, a sodding day, and when I get back home I find - I'm not actually sure what it is, but suffice to say it was on fire, the local fire brigade was called and they soaked it in water and now it's EVERYWHERE.

I know it was you, Potter, Black. I will have my revenge.

Comments

[castironblood]

I can think of several solutions to your ... problem.

[cunning]

I HOPE THEY INVOLVE THE SPILLING OF TROGDOLYTE BLOOD.

[castironblood]

Potentially.

[cunning]

My mother just pointed out that inventing a charm to cut them in half and leave them alive is potentially less productive than inventing a charm to rid the house of its new paper mache shell.

[idleviolence]

Ahahah oh man Sev that's awesome.

[cunning]

Help me clean up. There's alcohol in it for you.

[idleviolence]

Okay, fine. What did you say this stuff was?

[polohov]

What kind?

[stagged]

Really now? What are you going to do, report us as dark wizards to Crouch and his sorts? I don't think it'd help you much, considering your company.

[stagged]

And on the spilling blood front, I doubt Evans would like that very much. You don't want to make Evans mad, do you?

[stagged]

She'd like you even less than she already does!

[canined]

Which is already quite little, really.

[steadied]

That seems somewhat unpleasant! What does the thing look like?

[cunning]

Soft paper, which sticks to itself and shreds and hangs limp over everything when wet.

[canined]

OH SNIVELLY YOU NOTICED!!!