cranky, dusty muse...

[chaotic_neutral]

...whatever it is you think you're doing, three in the morning is a stupid time to do it and you bloody well know it.

I was perfectly happy languishing in the back of your head and starring in your sordid little fantasies - which you should write, I don't object to that. But there was no need to drag me out and force me to interact with the myriad Gryffindors I know are littering these pages.

Give it up, I can't be arsed dealing with this.

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we should start a union.

[chaotic_neutral]

I have news for her, then, and she's not going to like it.

Still. Decent company has arrived at my public whinging, so I suppose I can be... pleased. [Not grateful. Never that.]

I'm totally seconding this.

[undoubtedly]

Let me know how it goes, hm?

[Oh no, of course not. Perish the thought. Sod.] You and Draco do have remarkable success in stomping your feet and receiving something to ease your sulking.

it's a genius plan. nothing can go wrong.

[chaotic_neutral]

As though I'd give you ammunition.

[Shamelessly so.]

Don't hate us because we're beautiful, Theo.

Of course not. Especially not when we gather our own little hoard of followers to do our dirty work.

[undoubtedly]

You say that as if I haven't been able to find any without your help.

[Snorts.] I'd never. Not when there are plenty of better reasons to hate you, anyway.

an army of minions does sound nice. and handy!

[chaotic_neutral]

Please. I'm sparkling clean.

Of course, of course. There's my obscene wealth of dubious origin, my impeccably trained tailor, my charm, my... [Hands in pockets, a shift in weight and a suggestive grin. Look at this GQ-motherfucker right here.] ...well. You can guess.