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[not_draconis]

I leave for the Manor in three days and Pansy insists on spending our last days here at the few places we found acceptable. I am not exactly understanding as to what her fuss is all about actually. It isn't as if we won't be able to come back here ever again; but still, she insists. Though, now that I think about it, as dreadful as the smell is

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[potteritis]

You know we need to talk, right?

Well, okay, first, let me run us through the first half of the conversation: no I won't go away, no I don't have anything better to do, yes I am a moron, and yes I'm very sure that you don't think anything I have to say is of any importance to you. Okay? Good.

I really need to just... are you still mad at me for... for George?

[not_draconis]

What, precisely, gave you the notion that I was mad about anything, Potter? I have absolutely nothing to discuss with you and there is nothing that you can say that will motivate me otherwise.

[potteritis]

Probably this more than anything because I've noticed that you really only curse when you're extremely angry, but that's beside the point. Nothing is going on between me and George, okay?

[not_draconis]

Now why, exactly, would I bother to care about what is going on between you and any disgusting Weasley?