Goddamnbuggeryfuck-
Bloody hell I WAS FAWNING. FAWNING I TELL YOU.
I feel filthy- ugh to think--
SCALDING HOLY WATER WILL NEVER CLEANSE ME OF MY SINS.
Being thrown to the werewolves would be more pleasant than REMEMBERING THAT.
There is no way a spell could ever hope to rid me of such nightmareish memories- THERE IS NO HOPE.
Please, for the
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((OOC: ...Says the boy that went crazy and believed his friend's girlfriend was his mother, and is now being treated as a 'son' by Eve and coddled by half a dozen other girls in the City. ...And one guy.))
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And he would also like to point out that, as Slytherins, they've had lessons in pain since they were little >.>
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