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I'm so hip I have difficulty seeing over my pelvis [userpic]
by I'm so hip I have difficulty seeing over my pelvis (flying_triumph)
at March 15th, 2007 (10:40 pm)

...So, um, getting arrested for drug trafficking in Zimbabwe is not exactly how I planned to spend the afternoon.

Haha. Oops.

Because Padfoot and Prongs Continue to be Editorially Lazy
by James "Sex on a Broomstick" Potter (prettyinprongs)
at March 8th, 2007 (12:05 am)

Well, yes.Collapse )

I'm so hip I have difficulty seeing over my pelvis [userpic]
by I'm so hip I have difficulty seeing over my pelvis (flying_triumph)
at March 2nd, 2007 (05:44 pm)

One might think he plans this. Two letters in a week is excessive. Moony, where is all your chocolate? I can't find any, and it is very crucial that I eat your chocolate so I don't drink again because my hand still hurts from that...

by James "Sex on a Broomstick" Potter (prettyinprongs)
at February 27th, 2007 (10:09 pm)
aggravated

current mood: STUCK

Padfoot.

My hand...I was trying to fix her...and, oh Merlin, Pads. I'm stuck.

I'm stuck in Bonnie's unmentionables.

I'm so hip I have difficulty seeing over my pelvis [userpic]
because Prongs and Padfoot are editorially lazy
by I'm so hip I have difficulty seeing over my pelvis (flying_triumph)
at February 24th, 2007 (09:08 pm)

STILL NEED TO LEARN FRENCH.Collapse )

I'm so hip I have difficulty seeing over my pelvis [userpic]
by I'm so hip I have difficulty seeing over my pelvis (flying_triumph)
at February 23rd, 2007 (03:13 pm)

I NEED TO LEARN FRENCH.

I'm so hip I have difficulty seeing over my pelvis [userpic]
by I'm so hip I have difficulty seeing over my pelvis (flying_triumph)
at February 21st, 2007 (05:13 pm)

There's no meat. Why is there no meat? Moony, have you got something against dead animal? Because I am hungry, but not nearly hungry enough for spinach. This is absurd. Prongs, can I come over and beg Lily to cook for me and flatter her shamelessly, or will you do that thing where you turn really red and get unreasonable?

...
by Remus (John) Lupin (coatsandbother)
at February 20th, 2007 (07:32 pm)

Did you ask for permission, Sirius?  Did you ask nicely and politely, with all the forethought and consideration you could muster as to whether I would like to come home and find MOTOR OIL all OVER my rug.  The rug that I purchased, with MY money and to MY tastes because this IS actually still MY house.

I don't ask for much, Sirius.  You are a trusted and valued friend, and I hardly condone what your family did, so it's not exactly the case that I act as some tyrant or dictatorial figure.  There are no coup d'etats in my world, no juntas, no fiats without  appeal.  I do not impose any rules on you beyond simple thought and courtesy.  I don't even want rent, Sirius - it is not about rent, or how much of your family's money you managed to stash away, and how much of it you can attempt to buy off my principles with while sniggering over how your mother would react if she knew her family's heritage was being used to pay the rent of a werewolf's domicile down the back of Knockturn Alley.

I work, Sirius.  I work with humble pride and much hard effort at the Ministry of Magic.  I pay my taxes, I pay my own rent, I cook, and I clean: I am a citizen of the world, and a gentleman to boot.  I endure long and tiresome meetings with bureaucrats of far greater pay and standing than me, yet without nary a clue.  I am, after all, simply an adviser, and everyone knows Dumbledore got me this job.  Today I had to hear in detail about how everyone would be so much happier - and part of You Know Who's support base and rationale would disappear if we simply 'cleaned up' our great nation.  Purged it of the plagues that affect and divide us: plagues such as giants and centaurs, and goblins.  Oh, and werewolves.  Far better to pack them all up into camps and exterminate them, because clearly we've done all we can for them, and still they flock to You Know Who's banner!  How ungrateful, to be classed as a second class citizen and barely deserving of life, and not want to kiss the boots of any fine, upstanding wizard who walks their way.

I managed somehow not to inform the Deputy Minister for the Environment that he was a complete pillock, and after three hours of that, and having to work through lunch, I would like to come home to a good book and a hearty meal.  Instead, I find your tie on my door, because you can't help but try and outdo James and Lily in some incredibly pureile contest to determine who has the greater sexual prowess, and so I have to resort to the unspeakable pleasures of the Leaky Cauldron's attempt to do a decent curry.

I come back home, and the tie's still there, your silencing charms are deliberately down - am I supposed to feel jealous, Sirius?  Of who, I wonder : you or her? - and there's motor oil on my very expensive, very old, very nice rug.

And no, I can't shed a new one.

You're very lucky I don't make the couch eat you tonight.  Or MIGHT I?

At least do the bloody sheets.  I don't need to smell like your sloppy seconds when I go to bed.

I'm so hip I have difficulty seeing over my pelvis [userpic]
by I'm so hip I have difficulty seeing over my pelvis (flying_triumph)
at February 11th, 2007 (09:07 pm)

I GOT IT OFF THE GROUND TODAY. ALMOST THREE INCHES, NOT TOUCHING AT ALL!

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