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[padmavarne]

The woman of every day, the one with her head held high and with a stony gait, did not arrive, but an old woman of supernatural beauty with a yellowed ermine cape, a crown of gilded cardboard, and the languid look of a person who wept in secret. Actually, ever since she had found it in Aureliano Segundo's trunks, Fernanda had put on the moth-eaten

Comments

[pelvis]

I like that book, a lot.

[wreakinghavoc]

I wasn't looking to fuck anyone.

A.W.

[pelvis]

Yeah, right. Pull the other one, wanker, it's got bells on.

Michael Corner.

[wreakinghavoc]

Grow up, you fucking arse.

A.W.

[pelvis]

Take your own advice, twat.

Michael Corner.

[lavenderandwine]

Leave him alone, Worthington. That's low, even for you.

~Lavender

[wreakinghavoc]

None of yours, Brown.

A.W.

[padmavarne]

Go away. Now.

- Padma Patil

[nott_expected]

Something else, then?

Theodore

[pelvis]

Depends.

Michael.

[nott_expected]

Are you being difficult with me, Michael?

Theodore

[pelvis]

Might be.

Michael.

[nott_expected]

Good. I like it when they play hard to get.

Theodore

[pelvis]

Do you, now? That's interesting.

Michael.

[nott_expected]

I'm sure you really think so.

Theodore

[pelvis]

I do, as it happens.

Michael.