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@ardenvesper
You don’t get to imagine anything, Vesper because it’s none of your business. How I was feeling, the images that my mind managed to produce during that time, they’re none of your concern. You don’t get to think about it.
You're right. You get to think of it; for the rest of your life.
I think your definition of whining might be a little bit skewed.Â
You didn’t touch any spot. That would imply that your words mean anything at all to me. I’m just saying that you don’t need to talk about Clove, and you certainly don’t need to talk about her disappearance or anything along those lines.
I'd ask you to enlighten me with the definition but that would involve me listening to your voice drone on even further.Â
I can't help but imagine how you must have felt the entire time she was gone; weren't you two engaged before? I don't envy you, Esperit, that's for sure. I could only imagine the traumatic images you must have pondered of what was happening to her body the entire time she was gone. Who knows what whoever the hell took her did to her? She doesn't even know.
Who’s whining? There’s no whining here.
How Clove is doing is none of your concern, she has absolutely nothing to do with anything we’re talking about so leave her out of it, Vesper!
It's about to start. I can tell.
I'm merely relaying others' words that are circulating the castle. Besdies, it's a free country. I'm allowed to talk about whoever I wish. What's wrong, Esperit? Did I touch a sore spot there? I'm just saying how tragic it'd be if she were to drop dead after everything she went through what with her disappearance and all. Someone better keep an eye on her. Make sure she's safe.
Why try so hard at something you clearly aren’t so great at? Obviously you want to listen to us, so you should. Problem solved!
I'd rather tie my face onto a train track and wait for the Hogwarts express to ride off of Platform 9 3/4 to deliver me sweet, sweet release than listen to all of your incessant little whining.
On a lighter note, how's the Asher girl doing? Word is that the two of you are talking again. I also heard that she looks like she's about to drop dead. That'd be a real shame now, wouldn't it, Esperit?
Nope, not at all. You could just ignore it, Vesper. It would probably be easier for you that way.
Funny you say that because take it as you will but I've been trying to ignore every word that slips out of your mouth and that of all you other Gryffindors ever since my first year at Hogwarts, but somehow success still eludes me. It's practically impossible to ignore the sound of a drill driving into your brain.Â
“7 Galleons says Vesper ends up in Azkaban.”
Can we just not, please.
Is this supposed to be where we fawn over ourselves and ask 'whatever do you mean', Esperit?
That’s very kind of you. See ya.Â
Tell your girlfriend I wish her well. She's had quite the year.
Well firstly, not being a sourpuss. Secondly, I have fun to find. You obviously are not it, therefore, I’ll save us both some time and leave. Deal?
I supposed you''d have to suffice until I could muster my own entertainment but I fear your definition of entertainments is far different than mine, so I'll save whatever little brainpower you have left in forcing your body to slug away.
Slytherin. Right. Can you leave now? I’m kind of in the middle of something.Â
Actually, you know what? I’ll do you a solid and head out. You seem like you need some serious “me” time.Â
What could you possibly be in the middle of?
Who are you?Â
..Really? That's actually your q-...
:Let's just say that in the ranks of how our lives are soon to play out outside the walls of this castle, I'm someone whose garbage you'll never be worthy to touch.
I, for one, am done with studying for the next few days.Â
I, for one, don't care you've given up. We all know that you've never spent more than a second on your work, leading you to the life of collecting garbage bins in some dead end muggle city if you're fortunate enough to not end your life upon realizing the worthlessness of your sad pathetic life before then.
Hmm… fine. A friend of mine - who will remain nameless - has been a little stressed lately. I’d like to check up on them. Leave a note for them where it can’t be missed or lost or avoided. In their dorm, perhaps. But the thing is; this friend is a Slytherin. I need the password.
That's asking a lot, Gough.
That’s not at all fair, Vesper.
Please tell me you're not going to start crying.
Well actually, there is one thing…
No, no. It’s too much to ask. I really shouldn’t.
You have to tell me now. What is it?
And what does that mean, exactly?
Nothing of your concern.
As you should. A fair warning for when I can finally ascend the ranks of the Puri.
A fair warning. You've only see half of what I can do.Â
