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[laufeys_son]

For all his talk about his new, fat little nephew, and the stupidity of said nephew's name, and the ugliness of said nephew, and on and on and on, Justin has seemingly decided that, now with the addition of said miniature Winston Churchill doppleganger, his brother is no longer the root of all evil. Or, at least, is little-enough annoying to

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[jmff]

Now now now, I never said he was ugly, I said he looked like Winston Churchill.

I haven't ordered anything?

[laufeys_son]

I never knew Winston Churchill was on the list of people you considered attractive.

And then tell whoever's been ordering drinks and giving our address as the drop off point that they should be here to sign off, next time.

[jmff]

Well he wasn't unattractive.

What drinks? God, for once can you not be cryptic and just spit it out?

[laufeys_son]

He was bald, fat, and had a face that looked like he'd just taken a bite of a lemon. The only real things on the other side of the equation is the aphrodisiac of power.

And the case of drinks that was delivered. That Weasley...whatever.

That was not particularly cryptic, you know.

[marcus_belby]

It's not as though you've got to share airspace with them, is it?

[laufeys_son]

No, not at the moment, at least. It's more the principle of the thing, I suppose. If that makes any sort of sense at all.

[marcus_belby]

The Miracle of Birth isn't reason enough for such a radical reversal?

Or maybe Justin has unresolved issues about sharing toys with his brother.

[laufeys_son]

I've never gone along with the usual definition of birth as a 'miracle', I don't think.

It's probably that. He's not much of one to be good with sharing, really.