Sorry if I'm sour. (well, not really, but who cares.) I haven't slept in 24 hours. And one of those sTUPID GRYFFINDORES fucking put some fucking charm on our door, so I got fucking blasted with motherfucking glitter as soon as I came near. Yay, huh! Yeah, whatever. But I'm really bored, because it's like 3 AM and I already finished my homework (incredible. a slytherin finished their homework early?), and I'm too lazy and tired to, like, do something, so send in ya questions about the Superlative Slytherin House. Oh, fuck. Kill me now. That alliteration was cringe. Like, really fucking cringe. Kill me. Wait, no. Gimme any questions you have about my house. Whatever, I'm off to make some tea.
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Ask A Slytherin! [oh my gods so fking cliche]
FanfictionThey penned me in here and made me answer your stupid questions. It would be stupid if one of them died for nothing, huh? Ask me stuff.
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