“They pissed me off, I made sure they won’t be walking for a while, no biggie.”
“... Of course. Now sit down and let me look at that cut on your forehead, it’s unsightly, and I imagine you won’t have a valid explanation for Pomfrey.

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“They pissed me off, I made sure they won’t be walking for a while, no biggie.”
“... Of course. Now sit down and let me look at that cut on your forehead, it’s unsightly, and I imagine you won’t have a valid explanation for Pomfrey.
“I needed the money, what else could I do.”
“You could have asked, any of us would have helped. But it’s done now, can’t take it back.”
“A good friend will always stab you in the front.”
“A good friend will always stab you in the front.”
Her eyebrows knit together as she shook her head slightly. "Pretty sure that's not a real quote. Who exactly told you that?"
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[text] Barty: Barty, have I ever told you how smart you are? Absolutely brilliant. And nice, really. And not the obnoxiously blatant kind of nice that people only use so other people think well of them.
[text] Barty: So how willing would you be to lend me your Charms notes from the class I missed?
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“He’s an absolute wackjob, I swear. Do people even listen to some of the things he says? How can anyone agree with him?”
“Made that one up.” // “It was planned.” // “It's like destiny.”
“Made that one up.”
“Yeah, I could definitely tell.”
“It was planned.”
“Pretty fucked up plan, if you ask me.”
“It’s like destiny.”
“Oh, shut up, Crouch, destiny is bullshit.”
“I hope I'm making myself very clear.” // “What do you get out of a relationship anyway?” // “This isn't helping, really.”
“I hope I'm making myself very clear.”
Rita nodded repeatedly, still stuck rigid where she'd been caught standing too close to the cracked open door. It was a rare moment when she hadn't thought ahead, and her usual explanations for her eavesdropping had suddenly run clear out of her mind after what she overheard. "Perfectly. I won't tell anyone."
“What do you get out of a relationship anyway?”
Rita didn't answer at first, just folded over the pages of the Prophet and held it out for Barty to see what the lead story was about. A couple who had built a home for homeless wizards together. "The front page."
“This isn't helping, really.”
Rita let out a sigh of defeat and took up a seat across the table from Barty and some of the other Slytherins. "Rodulpha Septillia said pumpkin juice and coffee mixed together cured hangovers. I suppose if anyone will prove it wrong, it's you lot."
❝ I think I feel a migraine coming on… ❞ // ❝ You’re asking me!? ❞ // ❝ Well, did you, or did you not? ❞ // ❝ Why do I always feel like it’s the end of the world and I’m the last man standing? ❞ // ❝ I’m sorry, I can’t give you what I don’t have. ❞ // ❝ Hey guess what? Actually, I really hate your guts. So get lost because, well I’m not co-operating. ❞ // ❝ Enough. I’ll swallow my pride and tell you all. ❞ // ❝ It must be nice to live so free of guilt. ❞
❝ I think I feel a migraine coming on… ❞
❝You could always tell her to shut up and move along. It would save us all a bit of sanity.❞
❝ You’re asking me!? ❞
❝You are the only one around at the moment. So do you know the answer, or not?❞