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[dracolicious]

Potter has made stew. I can no longer move without fear of sloshing like a cauldron of . . . partially digested stew. Naturally, this has made me irresistible to every ankle-biter in the house with a penchant to launch themselves directly onto the torso of unsuspecting victims

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[boywholives]

So, how poor are we after that little shopping excursion today?

[boywholives]

...no, all the time really.

[dracolicious]

Bollocks.

[boywholives]

It might take some convincing, but eventually...

May I present exhibit A?

[dracolicious]

That was completely mutual!

[boywholives]

Correction - you wanted him first, and I said no. Then I said yes and you said no...until you said yes. I remember it quite clearly.

[dracolicious]

But it didn't actually occur until we were in agreement.

[boywholives]

...only after a lot of persuasion on my part.

[dracolicious]

There wasn't much persuasion at all, Potter. If I wanted a baby, I had one last opportunity before you were quite possibly murdered by a lunatic. Some choice.

[boywholives]

...you're quite the mood killer.

[dracolicious]

My desire to be right knows no bounds.

[boywholives]

Clearly.

[boywholives]

...there's an owl at the window.

[dracolicious]

At this hour? Well, go see to it, Potter.

[boywholives]

It's a Hogwarts owl...

[boywholives]

It's from McGonagall...