Anonymous asked: You disgust me.
So now I get broken ribs and hate mail? Bang tidy.
Any one wanna go cause some havoc?
Righhht.. Why, and, how?
Well I’ve convinced the house elf’s to put veritasirum in the slytherins dinners and drinks but I’ve also tampered with it and instead of them speaking the truth they’ll sing out the truth.
Okay. That is genius! How the hell did you get the elves on side?
Any one wanna go cause some havoc?
I do hope you’ve been busy scheming my friend.
I have but we need to make sure that the Slytherins we like aren’t in the great hall tomorrow.
Righhht.. Why, and, how?
(Source: all-to-me)
Any one wanna go cause some havoc?
I do hope you’ve been busy scheming my friend.
(Source: herrengarderobe)
I'm not a bed-hopping sex-fiend... I like Pasta: *enters the hospital wing, smiling*
*grins brightly and stops at the top of the marble staircase to kiss her properly* You’re extraordinary. And I promise I will.
Thank you, and thank you. *blushes further* Come on then, lets get you into my bed.
*laughs* I love it when you blush. But yeah, please. Oh, and when we get there, I need to down one of the vomit potions before we do anything.
I'm not a bed-hopping sex-fiend... I like Pasta: *enters the hospital wing, smiling*
Like I said, I have to look after my man, keep him happy, make sure he’s sexually satisfied, I mean, I don’t want him to stray again and break my heart. *smiles*
Hey. *touches her cheek* Never gonna happen.
*leans her head on his shoulder* I know. I love you too much to leave you alone so you don’t really get much chance. *grins* Look! I’m making funnys!
*shakes his head, grinning* You’re ridiculous.
Gotta keep my man happy! I’m going to learn to cook and clean so that I can be a proper housewife, while you go out and bring me money I can spend on shoes and knickers and bed linen. *grins, trying not to laugh*
*bursts into laughter* While half of that is true, I’m pretty sure I’m the one who can cook and you’ll be the one raking in the dough.
Yes, that sounds about right. I’m not going to have a litter of your children either! I’m a person, not a cat. We will have a couple, not a dozen, that is if I don’t close my legs to you completely. I mean, your spawn?! I wouldn’t want to wish that on anyone! *giggles before kissing his cheek*
*squeezes her waist, grinning* Liar liar, gorgeous lacy knickers on fire. You want my spawn. How about three?
Three is a good number. You’re one of three, and so am I, so why not three? I like that.
*smiles happily* Three it is.
What if I can’t have kids though? Or what if I have one and something goes wrong and I can’t have anymore? What then?
Then we’re thankful for what we’ve got. Besides, there’s more than one way to have kids. Anyway, this is a long way in the future Domi.
It’s not that far away. Might only be two years. Could be 10 though. **sighs** Will you promise me something though?
*kisses her temple, slightly worriedly* Anything baby.
If, or when, you know that you want to make me your wife, just ask me, please. Don’t wait around, or sleep on it, just ask me, please. I don’t want to wait forever, but I will, if I have to. **blushes before kissing his cheek**
*grins brightly and stops at the top of the marble staircase to kiss her properly* You’re extraordinary. And I promise I will.
I'm not a bed-hopping sex-fiend... I like Pasta: *enters the hospital wing, smiling*
Like I said, I have to look after my man, keep him happy, make sure he’s sexually satisfied, I mean, I don’t want him to stray again and break my heart. *smiles*
Hey. *touches her cheek* Never gonna happen.
*leans her head on his shoulder* I know. I love you too much to leave you alone so you don’t really get much chance. *grins* Look! I’m making funnys!
*shakes his head, grinning* You’re ridiculous.
Gotta keep my man happy! I’m going to learn to cook and clean so that I can be a proper housewife, while you go out and bring me money I can spend on shoes and knickers and bed linen. *grins, trying not to laugh*
*bursts into laughter* While half of that is true, I’m pretty sure I’m the one who can cook and you’ll be the one raking in the dough.
Yes, that sounds about right. I’m not going to have a litter of your children either! I’m a person, not a cat. We will have a couple, not a dozen, that is if I don’t close my legs to you completely. I mean, your spawn?! I wouldn’t want to wish that on anyone! *giggles before kissing his cheek*
*squeezes her waist, grinning* Liar liar, gorgeous lacy knickers on fire. You want my spawn. How about three?
Three is a good number. You’re one of three, and so am I, so why not three? I like that.
*smiles happily* Three it is.
What if I can’t have kids though? Or what if I have one and something goes wrong and I can’t have anymore? What then?
Then we’re thankful for what we’ve got. Besides, there’s more than one way to have kids. Anyway, this is a long way in the future Domi.
It’s not that far away. Might only be two years. Could be 10 though. **sighs** Will you promise me something though?
*kisses her temple, slightly worriedly* Anything baby.
I'm not a bed-hopping sex-fiend... I like Pasta: *enters the hospital wing, smiling*
Like I said, I have to look after my man, keep him happy, make sure he’s sexually satisfied, I mean, I don’t want him to stray again and break my heart. *smiles*
Hey. *touches her cheek* Never gonna happen.
*leans her head on his shoulder* I know. I love you too much to leave you alone so you don’t really get much chance. *grins* Look! I’m making funnys!
*shakes his head, grinning* You’re ridiculous.
Gotta keep my man happy! I’m going to learn to cook and clean so that I can be a proper housewife, while you go out and bring me money I can spend on shoes and knickers and bed linen. *grins, trying not to laugh*
*bursts into laughter* While half of that is true, I’m pretty sure I’m the one who can cook and you’ll be the one raking in the dough.
Yes, that sounds about right. I’m not going to have a litter of your children either! I’m a person, not a cat. We will have a couple, not a dozen, that is if I don’t close my legs to you completely. I mean, your spawn?! I wouldn’t want to wish that on anyone! *giggles before kissing his cheek*
*squeezes her waist, grinning* Liar liar, gorgeous lacy knickers on fire. You want my spawn. How about three?
Three is a good number. You’re one of three, and so am I, so why not three? I like that.
*smiles happily* Three it is.
What if I can’t have kids though? Or what if I have one and something goes wrong and I can’t have anymore? What then?
Then we’re thankful for what we’ve got. Besides, there’s more than one way to have kids. Anyway, this is a long way in the future Domi.
