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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?

[potteritis]

I absolutely cannot believe you. You're so damn blind and stubborn and... fine. You just... fine. I'm done.

[not_draconis]

What the fuck do you expect me to say, Potter? I am not like you and shout the first thing that comes to mind where everyone can bloody well read it.

[potteritis]

I'm not expecting anything. That would just be stupid.

[not_draconis]

Right. Exactly, that would --

Fine.