Neville's Shadow

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Bleeeargh, bleah bleah blah bleh Hogsmeade bleargh trip blearghy blearghy bleah blah. Damn blearghy bleargh Neville bleargh bleah all gone bleh bleargh blargh blerghy bleargh.

Feh. Had to trot around all day turning into those dag-blasted Weasleys every time I tripped over that damn cat. SCREEEEECH, she goes. Bleeeeeeeargh, I say, damn snitty snotty boys, so much better, so much better it was before they came, damn cat was more afraid of vampires, nice, sleeky vampires, at least thems is scary, bleargh, and have good hygiene, don't think the Weasley boys have seen a comb between the two of them since theys got here, nasty snitty snaggy snitchy brats. But NOOOOOOOOOOO, they had to hang her up by the tail down in the cellars where no one could find her, noooo, nothing worse that puttering along when suddenly BLEAH you're a dirty little redheaded boy in a bad sweater.

Blearghy bleargh greargh bleargh. Have to get the nasty taste out of my mouth, don't think they know what a toothbrush is neither, blearghy little blarghy blergs.

Had a thought, think next time I shall try something off the shoulder, maybe with a little tuck to the waist, yes. You know, one of those cute little formal numbers. Ahh, yes, damn snippy snappy Snape needs a giddly-girlie-girdle, yes he does, too out of shape, hurts my middle, yes it does. Bleargh. But it would be oh so pretty, yes it would, all that lush, lush silk stroking my skins. Mmmmm.

Current Mood: dressy

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