[a haughty laugh; dictated]
Muggles, Muggles, Muggles; everywhere I turn, everywhere I look. Can't get their disgusting stench off the air, can't get their mulish faces out of my sight. Really Paradisa; I'll admit that you've got some style, but you're sorely lacking in taste
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What's wrong with you, Albus?
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Wrong with me, Billy? I'm as well as ever.
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You are far too soft, Billy. Really much too soft.
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Albus scoffs at you]
One that generally comes along with the uncouth and the unlearned.
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You're sounding like that crazy bird, you know. Just thought I'd point it out.
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The lovely Ms. Lestrange, you mean?
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Sir?
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Hello Draco.
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That didn't sound like you.
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