Not A Rodent

Macey Georgina McKinnon -- mind your own shit and we'll be cool -- if your last name is "Black" and you're in fifth year you can fuck off right now -- shut it Marianne I'm getting my nipple pierced and you can't stop me

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demyanmikhailov:

Macey, 

I’m not a bloody idiot. I wrote Marlene so she wouldn’t yell at me too. It’s all very simple, you know. You yelled at me for not writing, so now I’ve written everyone. Professor Dumbledore has provided me a list, isn’t that great?

Well why not? I want to see this ballsack Christmas jumper, and I wouldn’t blackmail you. You’re very poorly at this friendship thing, friends don’t blackmail one another, Merlin. My family would know about what, exactly? 

Why pay someone when you can do it yourself? That’s lazy and a waste of money. 

Demyan,

Yes you fucking are.  If a girl has an issue with you writing to one of her sisters, why would she be ok with you writing to both of her sisters? Merlin, you’re lucky I put up with your shit.

I’m doing poorly at this -- Ok fine, whatever.  I included a photo of the jumper on my bed, but I’m not fucking taking a picture of it with me in it.  The only photo that exists of that jumper is remaining at my house because Maw insists.  

Friends do blackmail each other.  What’s the fun of friends if you can’t threaten them once in a while?

I mean come on Demyan.  Your family is Russian and moved suddenly to Britain.  Doesn’t take much to put two and two together.  

It’s not a waste of money if I’m willing to pay for it so I don’t have to struggle through it myself.  

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greernotdear:

Greer automatically, without even thinking about it reached for her boobs and grabbed them. It didn’t make any difference, really, the dress itself covered pretty much everything, but at least for once McKinnon wasn’t making a sarcastic comment, just stating facts. “Thanks. But just for the record, my boobs always look great.”

She took another long drag of her cigarette as she put the lighter back into her purse shit and listened to McKinnon talking. She knew her and Narci– Black didn’t really like each other, she listened to the other side complain about the girl sitting next to her several times, but she never actually asked why did they hate each other so much and it never came up in conversation. If she wouldn’t avoid Black like the plague, Greer would even ask her about it, but she didn’t care enough to actually ask McKinnon about it.

“Druella expect all of her children to be prime examples of the perfect wife-to-be,“ Greer said bitterly. “Most of our parents expect us to be the perfect little wife-to bes or heir-to-bes, whether we would ever want to be that or get to be that.“ In that sense, she was always a disappointment, at least in her mother’s eyes. She always wanted to make her into the nice, polite, perfect daughter whom she could parade around, and Greer never actually fit that. On the other hand, her father was proud of her more and more with the things she did, which was always more important for her.

“Pfff, please,“ she scoffed. “I am more classy than that, McKinnon. I take my time and hit them with a bludger during a quidditch game or something like that. No blame and all of that. And I am waiting out my time. Gotta make a plan before you do anything, McKinnon. Plus, I am contemplating what to do with this fucking dress. Any ideas how I could creatively get it ruined?“

Macey shrugged, conceding the point.  Greer’s tits always did look great.  If she didn’t have as much of an attitude, Macey would have considered her worthy of her attention.  However Macey had learned in each partnering, there needed to be someone who would take control and someone who would fall in place, and Macey did not like to fall in place.  Something told her Greer didn’t either.  

“See that’s why you get yourself born into a family of purebloods as the youngest daughter, one who doesn’t care about all the heir nonsense.  All of the perks of being a pureblood, none of the pressure.”  She grinned.  “The worst I have to do is wear a dumb jumper every Christmas.  This year was particularly horrid.” She grimaced at the thought and lightly tapped her cigarette, watching as ashes fell to the carpet.  She used her foot to grind them into the no doubt overindulgent rug, smirking as the black left an unfortunate stain.  

Macey frowned, .  “Hate to tell you, sweet, but classy isn’t the first thought that comes to mind when thinking about you.”  She scoffed, leaning back in her chair and shifting so she could cross her legs.  “What do you do if they’re not playing quidditch?  Last time I checked if you fucking nail someone in one of those shitty wooden benches at the pitch, you’re gonna get called out for being a bitch.”  

Macey eyed Greer’s dress once more, shrugging as she took another drag.  “Well depends on how destroyed you want the thing.  It’d be a shame as I’m sure it cost a few galleons of your parent’s money, but are you even a teenager if you don’t waste your parents fucking family treasure?”  She grinned.  “You do have a lighter, there’s always that. Or I could get a nice glass of red wine and accidentally spill it all over you.  I’m a great actress.”  

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@macey-mckinnon

He isn’t certain on whose supposed to be on the invite list. But he takes it upon himself to bee line when he sees a familiar face. Curiously he tilts his head looking down at her, trying to dim the noise he hears of the webbed feet smacking against the floor nearing him. Maybe it was a bad idea to make the duck invisible. He’s starting to regret that sudden decision he had made. Octavius smiles down to the younger Mckinnon.

“Hallo Macey. You have fun here?” The question leaves his lips, but he wants to ask more questions. Like why didn’t she wear her jumper to the gala? Oscar croaks from his pocket and he lifts one of his arms from his side to pat the toad comfortingly.

“You come to this place many times.?” Is that a normal question to ask? He didn’t go to very many parties, and currently he can only think about her being in a jumper and Reggie’s bizarre comment of her being a good kisser. But he had called her something else. Mousey? But the girl didn’t have rat eyes. Why did she have that nickname?

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Macey was living for this Gala, and for a while she felt like nothing could make it any better.  The look of displeasure on the faces of the adults present gave her a jolt of pleasure almost as good as a good make-out.  She had not been the only one to party-crash, and she could feel the sick displeasure of all the Sacred 28 at their exclusive little club being tainted.  Her third drink in her hand, she was dancing by herself as she nodded to Madame Black, a grin on her face as she winked at the matron.  Narcissa would hear about this for years.  

She was almost ready to call it a night, her mission for the evening complete, when she turned to see none other than her latest man-candy.  Excellent.   Macey was pleased to see that he had come up to her, in a room full of people he had been the one to approach her.  This boded well for her conquest, and showed she wasn’t the only one interested.  

“Well hey there, Tavi.  Fancy meeting you at a gala like this.”  She came to a stop, taking a sip of her drink as she flashed him a flirtatious smile.  “I’m having the best time, it’s everything I dreamed it would be.”  She tilted her head, a hand moving up to twist a lock of her hair as she looked Tavi up and down.  Merlin, he looked good in a suit, even if he was still head and shoulders over her even in heels.  Maybe he was part giant, but then he wasn’t very broad.  

“No, I don’t typically come to this house, but I had to make an exception for what promised to be the most memorable gala of the year.”  She smiled, surveying the chaos once more and taking in a deep breath.  “I’m glad I did.  Especially since I’ve been able to see you again.”

Macey moved to take a step closer to Octavius, but felt her foot collide with something.  Her eyes grew wide as she looked down, afraid she had run into Octavius or someone passed out on the floor, but there was nothing there.  She frowned, putting her foot out tentatively and was met with no resistance.  She shook her head and turned her attention back to the boy in front of her.  

“Sorry, thought I saw something...” She shrugged, a playful grin on her lips.  “Anyway, what about you?  Are you enjoying yourself this evening, Mr. Plunk?”  

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lucretiagreengrass:

         She knew that she should never have been allowed to touch even a single drop of alcohol but once the golden liquid had been downed and spread throughout her body, she had been unable to help herself from drinking as much as she felt like drinking. Everything had been free after all and as her parents had excused themselves an hour ago and left instructions that Lucretia should summon one of the house elves for an escort home, she had no-one looking over her shoulder or looking out for her. It was safe to say that she had gotten a little carried away and had no idea how to undo the damage she was most likely doing.

         She hadn’t yet spilled anything on anyone or bumped into anyone, but she had found a wall to lean against and drink while observing the room and attempting to stand up straight as she did so. She knew that people kept glancing at her and that most of her friends seemed to have vanished, so she was all alone. She wanted Severus there, to curl up to and hide her from the dirty looks she was receiving, or she wanted Narcissa to get back from socialising like the perfect pureblood that she was and help her friend out of the way, so that she was no longer someone to stare at and judge. 

         She put her hand against a wall and stared at her champagne glass, half full, and knew that she didn’t want anymore. She just wanted to leave. Just as she had the thought, an arm wrapped around her and suddenly she felt more steady on her feet and leaned against whoever had come to her rescue. “Macey?” she half stage whispered as she turned to look at the girl who was leading her away from the people to a room that was far more private and a lot quieter. “I raided the Black’s mini bar” she giggled in the girl’s ear as they entered a better room. Lucretia moved forward slightly and almost fell into the couch rather than sitting on it, but she kept upright.

         “I need something else in me? Like what?” she asked, before frowning, and saying the first things that popped into her head. “Everyone is so judgy, Regulus can walk around in a dress but I can’t get plastered on free champagne. No, no, Lucretia Greengrass has to be respectable and well behaved and must never, ever be seen to be enjoying herself” she said, leaning back on the sofa and taking in Macey’s face, sighing softly. She held out her hands as if she wanted Macey to grab them, but she didn’t need to be pulled up. “I didn’t know you were coming”.

“Yeah, sweet, I can tell.”  Macey rolled her eyes as she dragged Lucretia into the next room.  She didn’t understand why Lucretia had even been drinking.  Of the two of them, even as kids, Macey had always been the one to push the boundaries just up until she would get in trouble, and her she was the one taking care of Greengrass.  

She dropped her into the couch before turning back to grab a cup.  She pulled her wand from her knee-high boots, casting a quiet Aguamenti and filling the cup before handing it to the other girl.  “Well, we can start with water and then I’ll go raid the food for anything that will soak up that alcohol.  She sat on the couch beside her, a comfortable distance between them as she listened to Lucretia rant on.  

“If I remember correctly that is why you and NarSissy became so close, isn’t it?  She said reputation mattered and I said screw it, and you decided to go along with the status quo, didn’t you?”  Macey gave her a look somewhere in-between a glare and a smirk before sighing and shaking her head.  “Don’t worry we’ll sober you up enough to get home without issue and then we can forget this ever happened.”  Like the rest of their friendship.  She eyed Lucretia’s hands but didn’t take them, instead rising to stand to make her way to the door.  

“Now why would I miss the opportunity to see Narcissa Black, the world’s most perfect pureblood hostess, fail at maintaining dignity and order in what promised to be the biggest train-wreck of the year?”  Macey smirked, a hand on the door.  “I’ll be right back.  Don’t move, Greengrass.”  

A few minutes passed and Macey returned, two plates stacked high with all manner of breads, sandwiches, and little snacks.  She set them on the coffee table in front of them, sprawling out on the opposite side of the couch.  “Eat up.  You’ll need it, trust me.  I’m sure I’ve been piss drunk more than you.”  

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Macey was well on her way to making the Black family gala into a trashy mess.  She didn’t have to work too hard, most of her peers were doing her work for her.  The flow of alcohol to minors was a recipe for disaster, and most people her age had no concept of self-control, at least not when paired with the pressures of family expectations and the winter break freedom itself.  There was no reason to reign themselves in, and alcohol offered the sweet release of all the expectations.  

She was stalking her way through the room, making sure she chatted up the well-to-do parents as she commented on how disappointing it was that her fellow students couldn’t act accordingly.  Sure, she was wearing a revealing gown, but at least she had the decency to keep her mind about her and not go overboard.  

It was then that she noticed Greengrass, clearly drunk and close to being one of the teenagers that made a complete arse of themselves.  Macey watched her for a while, content to just leave her in the bed she had made for herself.  Lucretia had chosen her friends, after all, and it had been made clear to Macey that she wasn’t one of them.  

But something inside Macey told her that Lucretia wasn’t like the rest of the purebloods who called her names.  She was, deep down, the girl that she had grown up alongside.  Macey moved across the room to help the girl make sure she didn’t make a fool of herself, telling herself it was so she would have the moral edge against the girl once again.  Certainly not because she cared if Greengrass made a fool of herself.  

“Come on, Greengrass.”  She slipped an arm under the girl, pulling her toward a set of doors so she could get her to a more quiet room.  She spoke quietly, pulling Greengrass quickly so she wouldn’t attract attention.  She would help the girl but she didn’t want to be seen at all.  “We’ve gotta get more in you than just booze.  Merlin, Greegrass.  Your breath smells like the entire bar.”  

@lucretiagreengrass

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greernotdear:

Greer let out a big puff of smoke, directed right at the McKinnons sister who graced her with her presence. Such luck… Though then again, there were always positives about everything, and this time, there were two! One was that it wasn’t somebody else, somebody she just really didn’t want to talk to, while the second one was that she didn’t want any of her cigarettes. Definitely positive.

She didn’t say anything at her request, she just took another drag, held it in for as long as possible with closed eyes, pretending not to have heard the other, before she let it out and reached for her bag, took out her lighter and handed it over to the other. “Here’s the lighter, but if you make one more comment about my dress, I am going to use it on you, don’t think I won’t.”

“It was five, actually, not that it matters,“ Greer said, rolling her eyes. “And just having to be here isn’t enough of a reason? Wait, what are you even doing here, I thought you and–” she stopped for a second, before continuing, “Narcissa didn’t really get along. Why are you exactly on a party thrown by her family, then?“

Macey raised an eyebrow as smoke came toward her face.  Nott must be in a fucking awful mood if she wasn’t automatically threatening to punch her.  Macey internally counted to five, waiting before she popped off with some other comment.  She made it to four and then smirked as Greer handed over the lighter.  

“Mmmm testy.  Fine I won’t mention it again.  Dress does make your tits look great though.”  She appraised her with appreciation.  Just because Greer was a punk arse bitch didn’t mean Macey couldn’t appreciate her aesthetic.  She let out a laugh before lighting her own cigarette, taking a big drag before answering Nott’s question.  

“Oh, I crashed to be here and it’s everything I dreamed.  Scores of uppity purebloods just waiting to be disappointed by the Black family.  NarSissy trying to make everything lovely.  All of it just waiting for a few kids to get a little too drunk and something to explode.”  She grinned.  “From what I can tell Sissy’s mother expects her to be the prime example of a pureblood wife-to-be, so anything I can do to ruin that would be my own personal Christmas gift.”  She smirked, looking out over the party, her eyes falling on the partygoers.  “What are you doing here, if you’re so miserable, hmm?  It’s not like you to sit and pout, usually you’re swinging at things that annoy you.”  

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marianne-mckinnon:

        She could not have rolled her eyes any harder and yet the reaction still wasn’t enough. Marianne was terrible around Christmas and she hated the jumper she had been given, but she was nothing in comparison to Macey and their Maw knew that. Marianne was baffled by how their mother had come to the conclusion that Macey would wear a Christmas jumper and be happier than Marianne about it. “No-one is going to see it outside of the family and Marlene has an equally fucked up jumper too, so we’re all in this torture ride together”.

        She watched as her sister pulled the jumper off and threw it across the room in a huff. When Marianne had put hers on she had been tempted to do the same, but their father had promised that if she pretending to enjoy herself and didn’t upset Maw, she could go and visit her friends for some time. Now that she could apparate, she could leave and come back without need of her parents or floo powder. “Macey, why do you insist on always behaving like a brat?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.

        “If you want to break Maw’s heart then you can walk down there and tell her yourself, I’m not delivering your messages” she said, leaning against the bed post and spreading her legs out along the bed. She shivered only slightly as Macey opened the window and a gust of cold air floated in. “Why did you open the window? It’s been snowing, for merlin’s sake” she sighed softly, pulling at her jumper.

“Yeah, I’m sure Marlene has an equally bad jumper.  To you.  Not to me.  This is next level shit and I refuse to be seen in it.”  Macey grabbed up her wand, throwing her purse over her shoulder as she pushed the window up further, letting a gust of wind blow ice in the room.  She whipped around, glaring at Marianne.

“I don’t know, why are you such a prude all the time, hmm?  Maybe if someone fucked your brains out you might be a little more fun to be around.  Not just a fucking stick in the mud.”  She pulled her high-heel boots on, flipping off her older sister as she did so.  She did’t care if it was Christmas, she was going to the bar and no one could stop her.  She’d paid good money for her fake ID she was damn well gonna use it.  

“Right.  It will break Maw’s heart if a disappear for a couple hours.  It’s happened before she’s used to it by now.  I’ll be back before the night is up and she can get her stupid happy family picture.  It’s not like it will mean anything.  You only fight with me and Marlene only talks to me when we’re at home.  I’m the family snake, remember?”  Macey stalked over to Marianne, crossing her arms.  

“I opened the window because that’s how I’m leaving the fucking house, idiot.”  She gestured behind Marianne to her broom.  “If you’d be so kind as to move, I’ll get my broom and be on my way.”  

[greernotdear]

There were exactly three order of business in Greer’s mind for the night:

Make sure this fucking dress is ruined by the end of the night in some way, shape or form.

Make sure something explodes. Or causes a big bang. Anything that fucks shit up, really.

Make sure to avoid that one person no matter what.

And there was a forth, kind of unwritten one: smoke as much as possible.

There was only one thing about her mother forcing her in this horrible dress, and that was that she forced Greer to carry a small purse with her too, which was perfect for her pack and lighter for sure.

She was standing by a half-open window - she wasn’t going to fucking go outside to freeze -, leaned against the wall, taking a long drag of smoke. “No, I am not giving you any cigarettes, don’t even ask,” she said as she felt movement near her, not even looking up who it was.

[macey-mckinnon-blog]

Macey was living for the night.  She had all the free booze she wanted, she had managed to force NarSissy into allowing her to enter their stupid bullshit 28 party, and she looked fucking hot.  There were only two things that would make this party better: finding someone to have sex with and making sure the gala was an absolute laughing-stock.  Though to be honest a lot of her work was being done for her on the second front.  The youngest Black boy had shown up in a fucking gown, for Merlin’s sake.  People like her were getting through the doors.  And here was the Nott bitch having a smoke.  Perfect.  

“Lucky for you, Nott, I have my own.”  She reached a hand in the cutout of her dress, pulling a cigarette out of her own.  “I would love to bum a light off you if I could however.  Or you can tell me to fuck off and you can enjoy your little smoke in your... charming little dress.”  She smirked, tugging the lace of her own dress down as she took a seat beside Nott.  

“Damn, Nott.  You look like you ate four back-to-back vomit flavored Bertie Botts.  What’s got your titties in a twist, hmm?”  

[prettycelebsandcosplayers]

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prettycelebsandcosplayers:

Bella Thorne

P a r t y   c r a s h e r s, 

P a n t y   s n a t c h e r s.

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Current crush?

You’re cute.  You think a girl can only have one crush at a time?  

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Is there anyone that makes you soft?

Why?  You need something from me?   It’d be easier to just ask, sweet.”  

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Does it bother you, being called Mousey?

Does it bother you, that you’re a cunt?  

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What's your perspective on your feud with Narcissa and Regulus?

My perspective?  They fucking suck, turned a large portion of the castle against me, and are general arseholes.  They deserve whatever shit comes their way, and I hope I’m there to feed it to them on a gold fucking plated spoon.  

[marlenemcknncn]

@macey-mckinnon

Marlene crawled out of bed close to noon and immediately went downstairs looking for coffee, she grunted a greeting at her sister as she walked over to the sink in search of a clean mug. Upon picking one up, she gave it a quick sniff to check whether it was clean or not; immediately recoiling at a horrible smell. She turned to her sister; her eyebrows raised. 

‘‘What the fuck died in this mug?’‘

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Macey was staring out the window in the kitchen, her chin in her hands as she looked out on the harsh winter climate.  She turned as she heard someone else entering, ready for the lecture from her mother for her scantily clad PJs in “such a harsh climate” or whatever shit she would spout off.  Thankfully it was her favorite older sister, someone who usually didn’t ride her for her choices, even if she tended to avoid her at school.  

“Probably your fucking common sense.  Why would you smell a cup you know for a fact has been sitting on the counter at least four days?”  She rolled her eyes, looking longingly out the window.  “Marlene I’m going crazy.  If I have to hear one more time I have to eat all my fucking colcannon before I can leave the table, I’m going to scream.”  She grabbed her sister by the shoulders, her eyes desperate.  “Please help me break out.  Maw won’t believe me if I say I won’t get into trouble but she might believe you.”

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marianne-mckinnon:

        Their Maw definitely knew how to unite them though unfortunately she was turning her daughters against her. The jumpers were hideous but Macey had definitely been dealt the short straw out of all of them. Santa looked absolutely terrifying and Marianne, who never passed up the opportunity for presents, would have declined an offer of anything from such an odd looking sack. Sighing at the sour expression on Macey’s face, she knew she was in for a battle trying to persuade Macey to get her butt downstairs in the kitchen with Maw.

        “It’s not that bad” she offered, trying her best to sound sincere, when that had never been something that came naturally. “My reindeer is cross-eyed and no matter what anyone says, Christmas sucks and this jumper just personifies how much it sucks, to the world. Not that I will be setting foot into the world wearing this thing” she added, shivering at the thought. She was half tempted to roll her eyes when Macey flopped back down onto her bed and Marianne shut the door behind her and made her way over, perching on the edge.

        “You do have nowhere else to go, for the time being, we are all trapped in this nightmare” she said, looking down at her sister, who was sulking. It was nice, for once, that they were both on the same page and in agreement about something. Her lips twitched but she held back a smile. “Okay so I will concede that the Santa on your jumper looks like a pervert whom no decent parent would dare to let their child sit in his lap, but maybe we can change it? I think the sack thing is stitched on so maybe we can get it off? That way you’re still wearing the jumper but just without the uh… giant sack” she said, unable to hold back a small giggle.

Macey sat up in her bed, her eyes glaring at her older sister.  What a fucking Betty Brightside, trying to compare a cross-eyed reindeer with bollocks.  “Your reindeer is cross-eyed with a nose falling off.  Mine looks like he took some unfortunate bloke’s manhood and is trying to fuck some sleeping children.  How in the name of Merlin’s fucking arse is that ‘not that bad’, hmmm?”  She sat up, sliding to grab her knees as she glared at the world.  

“I’m not wearing it.  Not even if you rip off the sack.”  In one fluid motion she yanked the sweater off, balling it up and throwing it in the corner of her bedroom.  She walked over to her closet, pulling out a curve-clinging sweater, pale pink and certainly not with any genitalia on it.  At least not at the moment, there was that one victory party last year when Slytherin won a particularly brutal quidditch match...

“Tell Mum I’ll come back when she’s not making me wear things she won’t let me say, mmkay?”  Macey threw on a jacket and moved toward the window of her room, pulling it open.  A burst of cold air flooded her room and she grimaced.  “Fucking winter.”  

[demyanmikhailov]

macey-mckinnon:

Demyan, @demyanmikhailov

I’m hurt.  Fucking brokenhearted.  You sent owls to my sister and didn’t even send one to me?  What kind of shit is that?  Here I was thinking I was your favorite McKinnon.  Maybe you’re not my favorite Mikhailov after all either.  

Seriously though, please tell me your life is more interesting than being forced into fucking jumpers with bollocks on them.  I’m dying here, I swear.  Please save me from listening to Marianne lecturing me again or Marlene trying to act like she’s better than me by acting like she’s not better than me.  

Macey,

I’m very sorry you’re hurt though I don’t understand why you’re hurt. I sent a letter to Marianne with very specific and important questions. Are you familiar with American Christmas customs? Are you friends with William? If so, I’m sorry and I was unaware. If not, then that is the precise reason I owled Marianne and not you. There are many Mikhailovs, statistically speaking, it’s unlikely I’m your favorite. 

You’re wearing a Christmas jumper with bollocks on them? That seems strange. Will you send a picture? I’m currently setting up a potions station in my bedroom. I haven’t asked, but I believe it will be alright, and if not, I can say it’s in the name of potions. 

Maybe you could build a potions station too?

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Demyan,

Now you’ve gone and written Marlene too?  Merlin, you’re a bloody idiot.  

No I will bloody well not send a picture of my ballsack Christmas jumper.  I’m not letting anyone have blackmail of me.  I’ve got enough people out to get me at school I’m not handing anyone the key to my downfall. Wouldn’t your family know about this sort of thing?  

Why would I need a shitting potions station?  I can just pay someone like Snape to make potions for me.  

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Vanity,

I’m desperate to get out of this fucking prison my family calls a home.  I know we’re not close and are not the best of friends but honestly I’d take a candlelit dinner for two with NarSissy over one more moment in this house.  Save me please?