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Bloody fucking shite.
I'm thirty years in the future. There are aliens.
And I'm in. Bloody. Wales.
Fucking hell, this is Snivellus's doing, I know it. I don't know how, but I bloody know it was him. When I get back home, someone will find their crooked, oversized nose up close and personal with the end of my wand. And the result will be even less attractive than the original. If that is even possible.
I will say this for this place, though. This thing is so much bloody easier than a quill.
I'm thirty years in the future. There are aliens.
And I'm in. Bloody. Wales.
Fucking hell, this is Snivellus's doing, I know it. I don't know how, but I bloody know it was him. When I get back home, someone will find their crooked, oversized nose up close and personal with the end of my wand. And the result will be even less attractive than the original. If that is even possible.
I will say this for this place, though. This thing is so much bloody easier than a quill.