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Is that seriously a thing you can do?

[ no, he hasn't made an effort to find out how magic works. or he just likes trolling her. ]

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[of course it isn't, but the trolling is what he gets back for not bothering to find out.]

Would I brag about it otherwise?

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Of course, you're known for exaggeration, how could I forget?

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Slander.

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[Look, can you blame her? Parvati decided the best way to take advantage of the telly that Hermione installed in their living room was to watch coverage of the MET gala for fashion designing inspiration. Which apparently Hermione had to be there for, and now she has opinions.]

You realise, of course, that at this point I would say I can summon anything if it gets you to play that out with me?

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I'm just going to point out that I never said I wouldn't fuck you in a greenhouse.
I was just asking about the setup.

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Ah well I kdjgsdjghaklga

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Sorry! There was an issue with my phone and flatmate?

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Parvati decided our constant texting in the middle of her show (??? since when does she get to claim ownership over muggle TV shows??) is annoying her personally.

Also that we should just sext like normal adults.
I regret showing this woman pop culture - look at her, talking about sexting.

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Tell her I said hi.

And are either of us normal? You're a witch obsessed with the MET, and I break into tombs for a living.

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Hey, no, I take offense - I'm not obsessed with the MET gala, I just think that all the actors misunderstood the theme this year and also I'm not introducing you to Parvati, she'll eat you alive.

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She can't possibly be more terrifying than the sirens I've met.

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On your head be it.
She says hi back.
I've been requested to introduce you over tea next time you're in London.

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I'm not letting you out of bed long enough for tea.

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Tea in bed, then?

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Bartholomew Rook.
I'm not in the habit of sharing.

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That wasn't an innuendo, dear.

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My brain might be fixated on something after the sexting comment.

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Fine, fine.
I do want to meet Parvati at some point, after everything you've told me about her.
I also want to keep you sexually satisfied.

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You should add 'dreamboat' to your CV.

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Are you from the fifties?

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The seventies, technically. By an extremely small margin.
And also shut up, take my underhanded compliments.

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One of these days, I'll just get you to make an overt one.

Also, no the hell you're not.

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Well, I'm not from the fifties either.

I can make overt compliments. I make them all the time. I practically waxed poetics about your cock the last time.

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Did you?
Your thighs were muffling my ears, I couldn't hear very well.