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[mr_dmalfoy]

Just a note to the masses: It appears I have been deserted for that sex fiend Aberforth. What can I say, the pong of goats and whisky must be like a pheromone to some people.

OH yes, It seems I am not dying.

Comments

[mecrabbe]

no funrel then//?

[mr_dmalfoy]

Nope. I'm sure we can come up with something else to do however.

[mecrabbe]

wot shod i do with all these flowers then//?

[mr_dmalfoy]

You could give them to all your lady friends.

[adrian_prime]

Good to know you're not dying, Draco. That would have been pure hell on the Quidditch team.

[mr_dmalfoy]

Thanks, good to know Quidditch will be aright. I mean never mind the fact I was near deaths door or anything.

[adrian_prime]

I have a great respect for the fact that you were near death's door, mate, honestly. Um... while you were there, did you take a peek in or anything? Is there anything you can tell us to expect? Just curious.

[mr_bzabini]

It would be hard for him to peek, his head is too firmly up his own arse to see anything other than darkness.

[not_edwina]

You're not dying? Well that is great news. Now I don't have to replace you.

[mr_dmalfoy]

No no. It doesn't work like that.

You made your bed. So ner. Enjoy the goat.

[not_edwina]

Well at least the goat has a beozar...

[mr_dmalfoy]

What bothers me is, I just had to look that word up. And no 'fraid I don't.

[_terry]

It seems I am not dying.

That must be your April Fool's joke.

[mr_dmalfoy]

All depends how you look at it I suppose.