Antonin Dolohov's Friends

[Here, have sixmonthsolder!Ed.]

You idiot! I turn my back for ONE second and you set the pol...!

...

Well. That explains why I felt as if someone had made a hole in my head.

At least this time I have my birds with me...

It's a pretty fucking good day. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and I sent off college applications.

I could have been a mother, you know.

Is it safe to come out yet?

[Blinks]

Well, this is new!

It was as if reality poked me in the stomach.

No! No, you're doing it wrong. You have to pop your hip more! No, not - for heaven's sake, you look like a disabled chicken, I thought movement was supposed to be your forte. Would someone show this man a proper catwalk before he hurts himself?

Is it so much to ask for everyone to just BE OKAY?

I MEAN REALLY HOW HARD IS IT.

...I'm going to be a dad. I just...wow.

~~Maybe, if things don't turn out...~~

Pleasure is the bait of sin! This, according to Plato. But we all know what a pretentious stiff he was, and now he's dead, so you can't listen to a word he says.

How is it that Grandmere Molly manages to tell Oncle Harry my business, sometime between the time I Floo to work, and the time it takes me to walk upstairs to his office?

Seriously? Is there some sort of super-fast Grandmere owl, or Flo-note I'm missing?

And it's not even true!

~~And if it is true, everyone is going to try and gut Teddy~~

This is no time for silly dreams.

...It's been three years.

I can't believe I'd forgotten.

[Sneaks up behind James and uses her power to turn him around, then pin him against the nearest wall. Gently though! Promise.] Hah! Got you.

I once read in a magazine about this man who ate so many carrots that he turned orange and started talking in gibberish and couldn't understand perfect English. He ended up, like, going completely insane and couldn't talk to people anymore and wouldn't eat anything except for carrots, even though the Healers said that the perfect remedy for that would be to eat nothing but turnips. And then he ended up becoming this weird zoo attraction and everyone loved him forever, but the point is, he was an orange man.

I wonder if Bernie likes carrots?

I shouldn't be gaining weight already and why the hell do my smegging boobs hurt so much?

This is embarrassing.

Does anybody have anything for a self-inflicted headache?

Reggie? Il n'était pas mon intention de te causer l'ennui; je suis si désolé.

I can't trust her. I can't trust any of them, but especially not her. Why is it that everytime I go back home I end up pissed at her.

I better be getting a solo next time.

BAHHHHHHHHHh!!!!!

NOW where am I? KRONK. I need to get back to the palace. NOW.

The one time I haven't got alcohol in a paper bag while on the bus and someone hands me a flier for that anonymous persons group.

I think the universe is trying to tell me something.

How so many people are content to remain in this place is beyond me. The very air is stale.

I am not above manipulating the shadows here for the Barbarois to create an exit.

Sometimes I think... "gee, work is hectic" but then I remember, how many people get to say that and really mean "I battled aliens today"?

I should make a T-shirt.

This is not Oncle Harry's house.

Maman is never going to let m use the Floo again.

I was supposed to go to Oncle Harry's to play with Teddy.

Does anyone know the way to Oncle Harry's?

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