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         “ OI NAH, MANDEM. ALLOW IT. ” He placed a firm hand on the fifth year Gryffindor’s chest and pushed him away from the sixth year Ravenclaw kid. “ How you gonna’ chirpse peng hunnies when you’re here, looking like wastemen, kicking off at one another?? TRUST DADDY LANCE, boiz. Make wingmen, not enemies, init. ”
“--My brain literally has an aneurysm every time you speak, Lance.” Molly sighed, arm crossed over her chest as she looked over the younger boys. “Run along before someone owls your mum’s. Don’t think she’d be chill knowing her son is fighting over who’s gonna fuck what girl. So fuck off, pricks..” She hissed, glaring until the ran off before turning to face Lance once more. “Did you really just call yourself daddy?”












