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How can I come down there, when I'm feeling so up?
Pulpit rock

Don’t bloody laugh at me.  

here-comes-the-smoulder:

 

The truth hurts, mate.

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You’re a rude, rude man. 


*coughs lightly, frowning* 

my-friends-call-me-meg:

 

Wh - no, m’not. I always just come up with sex. 

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Exactly. Wonderful ideas. 


Don’t bloody laugh at me.  

thegirlwiththeredhairislost:

 

“I don’t know, I suppose if you have to ask a girl if you’ve got game though, then you lose a bit.”
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Yeah, but s’not like I’m trying to get any girl. Y’know? Just a question in general. 


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  Anya

Don’t bloody laugh at me.  

myshka-roulette:

Feivel jumped… was he talking to him? Better question: why was the captain of the quidditch team talking to him? He was.. he was an important figure — he shouldn’t, he shouldn’t be around Feivel.. right?

The boy gulped, "Uh - I - what?" 

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*He raised an eyebrow* Do I have game?


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  Feivel

Don’t bloody laugh at me.  

here-comes-the-smoulder:

 

On the pitch? No. With the women? ….still no. 

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That’s fucking rude. 


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  rude   flynn

*coughs lightly, frowning* 

my-friends-call-me-meg:

 

M’half convinced you’ve been Polyjuiced, so yeah, s’a bit of a shocker. Well, O Mighty Captain, m’not sure your time’ll fare well without you, so you’d better at least plan up something good to do instead. 

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See, that’s where I’m hoping you can help out. You’ve always been much better at thinking up distractions. 


Don’t bloody laugh at me.  

It’s a serious fucking question. 


*coughs lightly, frowning* 

my-friends-call-me-meg:

Oh? But you’re always in the mood for Quidditch. What’re you in the mood for, then?

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I know. Shocker, innit? But m’not sure. Just don’t feel like going to practice tonight. 


*coughs lightly, frowning* 

my-friends-call-me-meg:

 

*watches him curiously before laying beside him* 

Why?

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Dunno. But I’m not really in the mood for Quidditch anymore.


*coughs lightly, frowning* 

my-friends-call-me-meg:

 

…alright, I can’t deny that one. You’re too much of a teddy bear. 

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Which I can easily accept. *lays back down on the grass* I’m bloody tired.