"Dude, we're just all on crack. Special magic laced crack. With sprinkles."

Truer words were never spoken.

WHO'S YOUR DADDY?

SISTERS IN BOLEDOM!

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No day can go wrong when it starts with a text message about Ter, Oli, and tea leaves readings. I woke up, read that, still half asleep, and grinned the goofiest grin ever. Whee!

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Make. Me. Stop!

Melle: Oh, FUCK! FUCK YOU! I WANT MY SLYTHETIN ORGY AND I WANT IT NOW!

Hey, look, a non-RP post!

Go. Fucking. Read..

Lotrips boys. Football. Drunken debauchery.

...

How wrong is it that I would pretty much sell my soul to see Tom Felton/Draco play Pliate in Jesus Christ Superstar?

Then I saw thousands of millions
Crying for this man
And then I heard them mentioning my name
And leaving me the blame

... Yeah, I don't know, either. Utterly random, that's me.

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Dear Lee,

You are insane. You are not supposed to be this responsable. You are certainly not supposed to be contemplating what you're contemplating. At all. I'm serious. You're going to end up with everyone except for the Slytherins angry at you.

And what's with this Alicia business? When I said no romantic entanglements, I was serious, you know?

You Fucker,

Melle

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FUCKING HELL, LEE!

Kil.ling.ME!

Edit: No, seriously. Lee, stop being mature and shit. I don't care if it'd create brilliant opportunities for angst. You will not lose your friends becasue you just decided to grown up on me. And you're straight and a playboy! Stop being all worried about what 'licia thinks, and stop making noises about crushing on George!