XVIII

[strangescream]

I shall do so;
But I must also feel it as a man:
I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on,
And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff,
They were all struck for thee! naught that I am,
Not for their own demerits, but for mine,
Fell slaughter on their souls. Heaven rest them now!

The prettiest

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[stick_to_priest]

Knives in the literal or figurative sense, if I might be so bold?

[strangescream]

You may, I suppose. Literal. Long, wicked things. Curved edges and sharp as a woman's defensive tongue, such things. There's no charm such as them, not even my curses bring such satisfaction as a knife through flesh. It's a tragedy to be unable to use them in this place.

[stick_to_priest]

You're preachin' to the choir, love. I've seen many a fascinating blade destroyed by this godforsaken place. Quite the shame.

Curses? You're a witch, then?

[tomo_boshi]

May I ask, what is a dementor?