Sobbing saps the lot of you.
Such an eager disposition you have, Amycus. It almost brings a smile to my face. It has indeed been quiet this past month, has it not?
You know I love it when you smile, ‘Lecto. The event happens far too few a time. It’s been far too quiet. We should change that, shouldn’t we?
Standards? Are you sure your not simply a closeted homosexual, that’s my guess. I don’t think Alecto would think to highly of your opinion Amyscus, but she is probably too busy shagging your best friends to even notice.
Completely sure. Do I need to demonstrate on you, love? That’s a mental image that I really didn’t need, thanks. Alecto shags anything that has a pulse and the correct anatomy.
Yes, we can’t even make anyone cry without getting in trouble. Quite a shame.
So how is the lack of sex going? Last I heard no one wanted your dick because you slept with a mudblood. I’m ashamed I thought you had higher standards then that Carrow.
That…was an awful rumour. More than likely made up by a fifth year whom’s friend I scorned. I do not even associate myself with the filthy things, let alone sleep with them. The lack of sex is just associated with the fact that I have standards, unlike my sister, it seems. Don’t tell her I said that, though.
You have to make, I suppose. Like I did today when I went flying.
Does it look like I care what you did today, half-blood?
