into my garden come

“I suppose I should be glad I got presents from my parents, right? Even if they are a few days late.”

“Yes, of course you should be. I’ve got you something, too, but I don’t have a single clue where it is.”

Memes

Bold everything your muse has done:

“Any chance to put you in your place, mudblood,” Narcissa shot back.

“Ah, the alcohol’s loosened your tongue, hasn’t it? Couldn’t you think of something more original, Cissy? Or is your brain in ratio to the rest of your body?”

“Hey! I can see over the table! And even if I couldn’t, I could still drink more than you!”

“You want to prove that, garden-knome?” Isa said, controlling the urge to stick her tongue out. 

“One should always be drunkness and drunkarity, along with dancing. So, follow my lead, Hufflepuff.”

“I guess nice is a good word for it,” Ted shrugged. “I wasn’t going to go, Isa but this is better than being home.”

“Well, I’m glad you did.” Isa smiled. “Anything’s better than being home,” she agreed.

“You’re so pathetic, Isa. Can’t- can’t even say drunkenness correctly.” Narcissa smirked.

“At least I can see over the drinks table,” Isa replied, frowning. She didn’t like Narcissa.

“Drunkness is totally a thing that’s happening right now, to you especially.”

“Shh, don’t say that. I’m fine. I’ve just-” she broke off in a hiccup. “-had a firewhiskey or- a few.”

“You’d know.” Isa teased, taking a step closer to Amos. “You’re drunk- drunker- drunker than me.” She paused, “No, I don’t think you are.”

“What I was saying,” Ted raised a hand up to add emphasis to his thought. “Is it’s not happening – I’m merely feeling happier than I thought I would be.”

“Good. That’s good. Happiness; good. Sadness; not good.” She paused, before her eyes lit up. “Bad! That’s the word I was looking for. Not good, bad. Same thing. This is a nice party.”

“I just think it’s a mean hobby. Some people are really insecure about their looks. You’re not gonna help.”

“I’m not saying it to their faces, so what does it matter?”

“Isa, honestly, I don’t care if you have an issue with my new hobby.”

“I just think it’s a mean hobby. Some people are really insecure about their looks. You’re not gonna help.”

“I’m not a teacher, just remember that.” Mike smiled at her after saying that. “It is pretty blegh to be on your own at this time.” 

“Okay, Mike,” she laughed. “Yeah, I know. I was going to stay here over Christmas, but Mum’d be on her own, and I’d hate that.”