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[the_instigators]

I BLOODY HATE PEEVES.

AND I BLOODY HATE YOU TOO, JAMES POTTER.

YOU WILL NEVER BE FORGIVEN.






[[ because it has come to my attention that an explanation might be helpful: James and Madeleine made a bet, where the stakes wound up being whoever lost would have to cut their hair supershort. Madeleine lost but refused to cut her hair. Uh... someone else did it for her. ]]

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[the-instigators.livejournal.com]

Oh, Jamesies. You do realise of course that you keep digging yourself in deeper and deeper, yes? ♥

I should hope so! If you haven't any proof this time, I'm never listening to you again!

You make no sense, Jimmy.

[mp-james.livejournal.com]

First. I make perfect sense at this time of night.

Second. I'm digging a tunnel to safety.

Third. Someone just threw a pillow at me. Apparently certain blokes are trying to sleep, and are whining about wand-light keeping them awake.

Fourthly. I hope the firework is under your chair tomorrow. Just for using 'Jimmy' again.

Fifthly. ...I have no idea.

[the-instigators.livejournal.com]

Firstly, you don't at all. ♥

Thirdly, that's why we girls have glow-in-the-dark quills. And you called them worthless!

Fourthly. Watch out, yourself. ♥ There might be one or two more that you weren't, mm, banking on being there. Jimmy. ♥

Fifthly. Good night! Remember that list at breakfast!