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La cucaracha, La cucaracha
ya no puede caminar
porque no tiene, por que le faltan
la dos patitas de a trás



Ya murió la cucaracha
ya la llevan a enterrar
entre cuatro zopilotes
y un ratón de sacristán.

[Dean & Shay]
Since you both know, I don't see the point of pretending. And I need... I don't know, another set of brains. Eyes. Whatever.

I've been... looking. Scrying the future in the ball.

I just see... Graves. Empty. And I don't know... a lack of color, is the best I can describe it? Maybe a little bit of... I feel terror.


[Melinda]
Can I ask you a really strange question?

[Warded against Death Eaters and Purists]

Considering it's going to take several days to clean up the aftermath of this absolute abuse of power and shameful display of terror, and even longer to recover emotionally or at all, if any displaced individual of Knockturn needs a place to stay for a while due to trauma of returning or damages to living spaces, or a meal or two during the day to get by, the Octopus will provide. I don't need thanks, I don't need promises of payment or favors in return, I just need everyone to remain as level headed and respectful as we can be right now.

And if any of my regulars take issue with sharing spaces with muggleborns, well, you can find another fucking pub to service your needs.

[Melinda]
Ditch the stupid Pureblood Gala and come distraction party with us. No sense in going into that place when you don't have to.

I wasn't invited to the Purist circle jerk. This is truly one of my proudest moments.

I'd like to thank myself for never giving up and always being a cunt. And by extension, I'd like to thank Seamus Finnegan for spoiling me.

For anyone wanting a drink right now, might I suggest elsewhere? My pub is currently being tossed like I'm hiding bodies under the floorboards.

I already tried to assure them I am far too smart to hide them under the floorboards, but no dice. And not a single laugh. Tough crowd.

[Shay]
They're going to end up taking me into the DMLE. I won't let them up into the private residences, as their little paper says 'business search'. Apparently, we have a fundamental disagreement on what that entails, even though it's pretty clear English.

You know what would be really nice right now? A trip to Spain.

But instead, I'll be deep cleaning the bar. Close enough, right?

[Seamus]
So like... Did you want to do something to celebrate your religious holiday thing that's coming up?

Easter, right?

[Melinda]
And where have you slipped off to lately?

I can't really tell what's worse, the angry, depressed Quidditch fans of a losing match depression drinking, or the upbeat, overly excited Quidditch fans of a winning match taking body shots off one another.

There is no in between.

I really need there to be an in between.

Hey, Flint.

I found this sweet picture of you from a few years back.

Thought I'd share.

( taped in )

New Rule of the week - No talking about the fucking trial in my bar. Violate it once and you'll have a drink in your lap.

A second time, a shot glass chucked at your skull. Ask Seamus, I rarely miss.

Third time, well, you don't want there to be a third time.

There needs to be a place that exists in the world for people to find some iota of peace. Yes, have important conversations among each other, sure. And I get the Octopus isn't some fucking New Diagon upscale joint, but for now, leave the chatter to the outside world.

[Shay]
Pretty sure he's not exactly missing, considering what I saw.

[Mel]
Hey.

[Hermione Granger]
We should meet.

[Draco Malfoy]
How do you feel about a brief return to your roots?

New bit of magic in the bathrooms. If you miss the urinals, you get mildly electrocuted when your stream hits the walls or floor. It's a fun game of: I'm fucking tired of cleaning up piss.

Cheers.

I apologize for the strange hours of the Octopus as of late. But shit happens sometimes. We're all doing the best we can, and those who have complained to me personally, you can piss right the fuck off.


[Melinda]
I looked for you, while you were gone.

I... know, Mel.
I couldn't see who, if I could I would have... Mel, I would have died in order to stop it. Please believe that, if nothing else.

But you don't have to pretend with me. You don't have to talk either I just.. want you to know.

[Shay]
I love you. Even if you infuriate me all the time.

[Melinda]
You're coming here and staying here tonight.

[Seamus]
I think... I might be having a panic attack.

Trying to find Boysenberries in this fucking city is comparable to most men trying to find the clitoris on a woman. Rare and disappointing.

Fuck.

Need to wash yourself clean of all that family and cheer? Well that fucking sucks, because the holidays apparently exploded in the pub, thanks to Seamus. And I'm way too lazy to set it all on fire. Plus, he'd give me the sad eyes and that bugs me.

But I guess we're doing a grand re-opening or whatever.

Friday the 27th. Drink specials. Food specials. Probably other things that will annoy me. Bring money. Preferably don't sing.

We all know none of you can stick to that last bit. Heathens.

I don't want to do this anymore.


Has anyone seen Wiggles?

[Failed Ward to Shay]

Heat.

More heat.

Can't stop shivering.