 Slytherin by heart
He groaned and rubbed his forehead, occluding away headaches and voices before they could start. "Per la barba di Merlino, quante volte devo dire a tutti voi che dovete acoltarmi, non mi ascoltate mai e poi io sono quello che deve prendere the consequense... non c'e` niente da fare con voi, siete un gruppo di idioti." The next that he spoke, calming down a little, it was in something that sounded somewhat like gibberish. He caught himself after a few words and took a deep breath, fully composing himself. "Knowing the weaknesses of the plant, exactly where are you planning on putting it, where it will have room to grow, in a place that will be useful?" Oh, how he missed his girls.
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Armand and Damien Beta-Erikson
Named for Legends
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