𝐵.

/ pls 

/  dale

* /  give me something, sir!

* she knitted her eyebrows together, setting her bag down at the chair *   hm ..  right.  well,  who  let  you  in?   you  couldn’t  possibly  know  the  password  for  the  common  room.

@straitlaced ;   * he spun around, setting the chess piece down at the table *   hm  ?     we’re    partners    for    this    project   ,     granger  .     got   a   nice   common   room    . . .     better    than   the   cold  and  dark    dungeons   .    

\    beg 

/   dale 

@blaisezabinis
            
            / always! 

@giantwand   ;      you    watch    it    ,    moron  .

@dyingmcgic ;     i   pick   on    a   lot   of   brothers  ,   be   specific   ,      yeah   ?

* she knit her eyebrows together, slamming the notes on the table *   i  don’t  want  your  poorly  written  notes,  zabini.  now  keep  them.

@overachieves  ;        you    got    your   filthy     hands   on    MY    notes    ?     uck   !      keep    them  ,   mudblood    .     

@pansyparkinscn  ;           maybe     because   they    don’t     like    me?      it’s    no   problem   ,      i     don’t    like    them    either    .

 cant  remember  a  time  where  rude  was  a  valid  argument,      sweetheart.            . .        what  did  you  do   —    why  are  they  complaining     ?

@pansyparkinscn  ;      you     should    slap    them  ,    duh   .    why   would   you   slap   me   ?     that’s     rude   !

@STIRRPOTIONS  ;  hm   ?    oh   !     right   ,    it’s    definitely    not     a     romance    novel   .     why    would    i    read    that   ?    pfft     !      no   .