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"JAMES SIRIUS POTTER IF YOU'RE NOT DOWN HERE IN THE NEXT TEN SECONDS I WILL HEX YOU UNTIL YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO RECOGNISE YOUR OWN FACE IN THE MIRROR!"
Calling your best friend hot now, are you? Cos that's not fucking normal.
"I'd rather wake Voldemort up from the dead and ask him to do the naked tango with me," I said coldly.
Question: How much more confusing can life get?
Answer: Lots. And lots.
Yeah, I'm totally fine, cos I think your cousin's pranking me under the Cloak and thinks it's funny to hit me in the head with a ton of bricks.
Wow, such a jolly and normal letter. Just like my life.
Bright lights. Muttering. Bright lights. Bandages. Bright lights.
"SOMEBODY GET RID OF THE BLOODY BRIGHT LIGHT!"
Why did I have to go and be friends with James Potter II of all people?
Voice, if you're gonna say something, now would not be a good time. Never does happen to be a good time, though.
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