SCARE THE WORLD.

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what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phonemy muse’s last text to your muse - we are family. 

[sent 2:00 am] - need help getting back at my brother? 

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D.W. 

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“Carry On” Fun 

♬ But I like to thinkI can cheat it allTo make up for the times, I’ve been cheated onAnd it’s nice to knowWhen I was left for deadI was found and now I don’t roam these streetsI am not the ghost you want of me ♬

- my muse’s last text to your muse

{ teddy –> d.w. || 10:45 AM } could we meet for lunch? 

{ teddy –> d.w. || 10:45 AM } i just

{ teddy –> d.w. || 10:45 AM } really need to talk to someone right now.

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d-money. 🤑💸                             - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:

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true friend. –hannah montana ( don’t @ me pt. 2. )                            

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[text]: ok so i know mom and dad are technically missing and are probs like… babies now but…

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“Gremlin”          

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone  Throw back Pic! 

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“You be Illin” by Run D.M.C. 

♬(For) dinner, you ate it, there is none left

It was salty, with butter and it was def

You proceeded to eat it cos you was in the mood

But homes you did not read it was a can of dog food!

You be illin'♬

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{ fred –> gremlin || 3:34 AM } are you seriously mad?

{ fred –> gremlin || 3:34 AM } Lily?

{ fred –> gremlin || 3:34 AM } Hu?

{ fred –> gremlin || 3:34 AM } JAMSIE?

{ fred –> gremlin || 3:34 AM } LOUIS?!

{ fred –> gremlin || 3:34 AM } OH MY FUCK, DOM IT WAS AN ACCIDENT

{ fred –> gremlin || 3:35 AM } CAN YOU CHILL

{ fred –> gremlin || 3:35 AM } STAPH  

{ fred –> gremlin || 3:35 AM } IGNORING 

{ fred –> gremlin || 3:35 AM } MEEEE 

{ fred –> gremlin || 3:40 AM } but for reals pls respond so i know you’re not dead

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Mon Trésor

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“Daughter Calling Ringtone” Fleur didn’t understand how to change the ringtone so Dominique had to help her.

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{ fleur –> mon trésor || 8:23 PM } ma chérie have you seen these oji things? this little dancing girl is so cute, where can i buys more of them?

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dom

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we are family – sister sledge

my muse’s last text to your muse !

“How could you report me when you’re too lazy to even say ‘Department of Magical Law Enforcement?’ “Would you like to report a crime ma'am?” “….. eh.” He mimicked poorly. Of course Fred wouldn’t admit it out loud, nor did he think he needed to with Dominique, but his spirits always seemed to lift a little higher every time she called him ‘loser.’ “EXCUSE mwah? Weak ass? First of all, this ass is smokin’ and you know it, and secondly did you know it’s physically impossible to breath quickly with your tongue sticking out like that?” Fred asked, pulling back his former offer of jellybeans, deciding they would be better kept in his food-pit (( stomach )). “Thank you. It’s beautiful isn’t it? What if we set off the Boggart Banger and just when they think all is said and done, we hit ‘em with your Sparkle Paint Bomb? That is… if your invention even works, Albus.” As stupid as it was -which was exactly why he did it- Fred liked to call Dominique by the names of different family members. Just to make sure their conversations never got too chummy. “Dude, I saw G-pa Wizzles in the owlry a few days ago. Biggest trip of my life. He was all young, and… It was so weird, but cool.”

Dominique easily laughed at his impression, because in all honesty, he was RIGHT. Especially when it came to her own family members -- the likelihood of Dominique even reporting a crime of someone she was LOYAL to was slim to none. Sticking her tongue out at him AGAIN while he talked, she had to mumble ( mostly to herself ), “smartass, thinks he knows everything.” In her normal speaking voice, “Did I say beautiful? I didn’t think I said beautiful. I can compromise on that, easily, if you mask the Sparkle Paint Bomb as a Boggart Banger. So that way, they’ll think it’s a boggart but be thankful when it’s just ... paint and sparkles..... that ... won’t come off ... with water ... or soap... or anything besides ... actually I didn’t figure out what it comes off with. I’ve got a patch of sparkle bomb on my arm, still.” Dominique reached over to flick Fred’s cheek at him calling her Albus, though that joke never got old. “I’m going to call you Fizzle now, Fizzle or Roxanne. Loser Fizzle. But? You mean Grandpa? He didn’t have wrinkles?”