"He died wearing one of my waistcoats," the Bloody Baron wistfully said, "one I quite fancied, and of course that magical bauble that's got you so glassy-eyed."
Blaise chose his words carefully as he peered down into the ditch, already six foot deep, "Funny, with a treasure like those, how you found any Slytherin in years past to do this favor for you."
"I thought it was odd too, but no, there were no Slytherin willing to dig through the hippogryff compost, even for treasure such as mine."
But now there were three, or two, if you counted only actual labor; Blaise could only be thankful that Goyle and Crabb had been Sorted so appropriately, not as proud Slytherin as himself, but as Slytherin Bitches.
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Date: 2011-05-09 04:53 am (UTC)"He died wearing one of my waistcoats," the Bloody Baron wistfully said, "one I quite fancied, and of course that magical bauble that's got you so glassy-eyed."
Blaise chose his words carefully as he peered down into the ditch, already six foot deep, "Funny, with a treasure like those, how you found any Slytherin in years past to do this favor for you."
"I thought it was odd too, but no, there were no Slytherin willing to dig through the hippogryff compost, even for treasure such as mine."
But now there were three, or two, if you counted only actual labor; Blaise could only be thankful that Goyle and Crabb had been Sorted so appropriately, not as proud Slytherin as himself, but as Slytherin Bitches.