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WHO: A bunch of magic lamers.
WHERE: Dunwich, Massachusetts.
WHEN: Friday, September 2nd through Sunday, September 4th.
WARNINGS: TBA. There's bound to be something.
SUMMARY: Herp derp.
FORMAT: Whatever you feel like!

Let's get it on.

■ Friday, September 2nd.
■ Saturday, September 3rd.
■ Sunday, September 4th.

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I am aware. {She isn't quite glaring at him, but it's close.} I didn't think you would like being out in the open like this.

[Similar, only more aristocratic about it, of course.] I admit the "fans" almost made me stay in the hotel, but . . .

"Fans"? I haven't run into any of those yet. {Oh she's asking for it, huh?}

Oh, trust me, you will. [Pause, then a sickened look.] Some of them will say things about me in relation to you, and they are patently untrue. Keep that in mind.

Things such as...? {Enlighten her.} If it involves me being around you for an extended amount of time, it's bollocks.

[He doesn't want to enlighten her, not at all.]

Well, that's part of it, so at least you're in the right mindset already.

{Well fine then.}

Ew. {Good summation!} Try to behave yourself while you are here. You wouldn't want to duel with me.

Edited 2011-09-04 03:50 (UTC)

Oh, it gets worse than that, might want to save the ew. [And if that isn't clue enough she's not the clever witch people claim. Then he sighs.] Why do the lot of you seem to think I'm going to try to, I don't know, turn half this place into slugs or something?

That's disgusting enough for me. {She's cottoning on.} I don't see how that would benefit you, but... {A shrug.} Prove us wrong.

The sheer fact I didn't do it to the bunch of girls that showed me that disgusting excuse of a picture of Potter and I-- [A shiver interrupts him.] --should be proof enough.

[It's a sad thing that he's not taking potshots at Granger because of his horror, but he tags smug pleasure in she's about to walk into the den as well.]

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