[This was supposed to be voice, but the wrong button was pushed--so now you get to see Sirius, a bit smudged and dirty, with a scratch running along his forehead. He's strolling down an alleyway, opening rubbish bins and dropping something into each one. Oh, mystery of mysteries.]Blo-o-o-dy hell. Summer ought not to be murder, and by that I mean: a
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Testing them.
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Are you planning on lighting those after you're finished, Sirius?
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Wasn't planning on lighting anything. [but a pause.] By "those", you mean...?
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[Dismissal of the GREAT Jubilee... who can make her own fireworks so there! :P]
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