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DUMBLE'S BROTHER FUCKS SO MANY GOATS

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Not to be dramatic but hi
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   Regulus wouldnât get caught up in that argument again. The truth was that fire hurt a great many people but he didnât have the mind (or the memory) to list each of them off.
   And the only one that he really cared about was himself.
   â⌠What are you implying?â he leaned an inch away when Gideon moved in towards him, lifting one side of his brow and setting the other inward to a frown, âYouâre not suggesting that I gave you up to someone, are you? That Iâm that stupid. Or dishonorable.â He might have, once upon a time, disclosed Gideonâs location to someone but he hadnâtâand the days of that potential had long since passed.
   âIf youâre being tailed then itâs not of my doing. You mist have done something. And wasnât this inevitable, after all? Did you really think you could hide away indefinitely without someone recognizing your face?â
âI grew a beard, didnât I? I could be David Wenham for all they know.â He shrugs slightly, looking around the area before lowering his voice once again.
âIf you told someone who I was, I would be dead, not being trailed. Itâs not unlikely they want something from me-- Or someone that they saw me with. Iâm sure you donât need me to spell it out for you, but these guys; they want whoever they saw me with dead. My memory and my magic are gone, and very soon I will be as well. Donât let me put a value on your life for you, but if you care for it, a vanishing act wouldnât be a bad idea.â
As much as of a little shit Regulus could be, he hardly wanted to see the other man dead. He had thought about slipping him a location where he intended to be, but that was risky, almost as risky as coming here for all his bravo about slipping the noose this time.
âThese fellas wonât wait forever, and your silver tongue will only go so far until they cut it out. Have you seen a dead man with no tongue? I donât recommend it. Thereâs this other thing where they cut your throat and pull the tongue- Say, what are you doing here anyway? I was hoping to find you of course, but you havenât been around here in ages.â
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âOh youâre splitting hairs, Regulus. Fire! As if a little fire hurt anyone.âÂ
He canât hold back a snort, leaning back on his chair as he crosses his arms, looking down his nose at Regulus. After a moment, he leans forward over the table, glancing to the sides to make sure they were still alone.
âMaybe Iâm wrong on this, and it may be so, but I think whatâs more likely is that someone may have seen us Reggy. Someone who may have said a thing or two to you. I wouldnât even bring it up, it is your business after all but,â
Here he lowers his voice even more, his hands coming down on the table as he scoots closer.
âThere have been a very particular sort of people watching my flat lately. Takes every trick I know just to go out and take a walk without feeling like someâs watching me. They seem particularly adverse to trousers, and unless I somehow pissed off a monastery, which Iâll grant as Iâm not as you would say the most pious of men, I doubt I have a reason for people in robes to trail me.â
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   //Ayyee lmao What I miss
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@brokenpair liked for a starter.
Bill didnât know why he kept coming back to his uncleâs graves - all he knew was that it was hard for his mother to keep them maintained. Spells wore off and needed to be freshened up - flowers needed to be placed - and someone, at least, needed to let them know how things were going in one way or another.Â
Walking in tombs was something he had grown accustomed to - but there was something different about this tradition that felt a little less distant. Maybe it was because it was close to home, or maybe it was because the war was closing in and his own brother was now isolated from the family by the force of his own ambitions.Â
Maybe it was because Bill didnât know how he would handle ever having to visit a grave with one of their names etched on it. Charlie would destroy him - that idiot was as much a part of him as Fred was to George. But Percy - Merlin, he was so smart, but he could be so stupid. Now wasnât the time to step away from family, but here they all were. And Ron - hell, he was closer to the crux of this than any of them, what with being Harry Potterâs best friend.Â
âWeâre not cut out for this,â He mused, adjusting the flowers before laying his hand on the cool stone. âI know mum wonât ask - but if you two could keep an eye out for us, I know sheâd appreciate it. I know she doesnât want you guys to be lonely or anything, but Iâm sure sheâd rather wait before you guys met the nephews and niece, if you catch my drift.âÂ
The sound of a twig cracking drew him from his reverie. Without pausing, Bill ducked fast behind another headstone and dropped his wand into his hand. âShit,â Mum would lose her shit if he got himself killed at her brotherâs graves. âWhoâs there?â If it was a friendly, that would be fine - if it wasnât, well.
Heâd know soon enough.Â
Sometimes the only thing you had in life was a name and a feeling. Well, he had two names, and it had been enough to lead him here. Graveyards always seemed so hopeful when they were maintained, the connection that you had with the people that came before, the feeling of love that still existed between families.
He had wanted to see if his family still remembered him, even if he couldnât properly remember everything himself. He knew that his name was Gideon Prewett. He knew he had a brother named Fabian Prewtt. He knew that something terrible had happened to the both of them. Sometimes he even remember the faces of the family he had. Maybe even enough to go back one day. Still, itâs neater to be just a name on a stone, even if you werenât actually under it.Â
Molly would worry herself sick if she found out the truth. Even if he does miss her terribly, he couldnât justify putting that strain on her, especially since heâs not the same man who used to be her brother.
He can hear a faint voice up ahead, the words thin at this distance. âIf you could keep an eye out for us...â He steps closer to try to catch more of whatâs being said, catching sight of brown hair kneeling down in front of two headstones. âNephews and niece, if you catch my drift.â
A chill runs down his spine, rather like someoneâs standing over his grave, talking to him. He ducks behind a tree, his heart pounding. The sharp snap of a twig rings out across the resting place for the dead, and heâs close enough to hear the expletive. He doesnât want to come out, but heâs sure heâs going to get hexed six ways to sunday if he doesnât, and then were would he be? No where good. He slowly turns out into the open, trying to seem as harmless as possible.
âIâm here to visit my brotherâs grave, thatâs all. I wasnât expecting anyone else to be here, nor did I want to interrupt. It wasnât my intention to sneek up on you like that.â
Iâm crying everyone who ims me is a pornbot
  Gay Prewett    Rather like the sound of that actualy
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You know I just had a MARVELOUS IDEA
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      âFitting⌠who are you again?â
  âHow could you forget me? Iâm--â -looks at smudged writing on hand âGay.â
          @lockhcrts
   Nah not a ghost, just someone who refused to die
     YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS BITCH
âHey aang have you ever tried NOT being annoying when you return to a blogâ No, next questionÂ

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brokenpair:
yeah well Iâm the Og homie. I was here on May 1st so get one me level
Now listen here u lil shit â-Â
tbh Iâm just one big tired yeet