I am still looking for that blasted Slytherin rock. Not at the Library - though I got a nice one there. Not at the police station - I got one there.
I need this bloody rock. My husband doesn't get it.
Fuck it. I'm pulling up a map...
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The Dismal Delusions of the Drinking Death Eater
HumorDon't mess with us, we will Avada your sorry butts! If you don't know, who the F cares. We do. This is my random ramblings to keep my sanity in a world that seems to be without. Warning: LANGUAGE! This is dedicated to my lovely ladies of the Inner C...
