Blood in A Teacup

I fucking love magic

Clearly, more than you love shirts.

[Augustus barely made it up the steps and towards the door, clutching the wound on his chest and trying to make his way towards the door his vision blurred, having to lean against the wall to hold himself up. Knocking once, he hoped that someone was there to answer]

You said you needed to see me?

I didn't actually, but it's a pleasure Regulus.

Oh hush,

Darling, you're very pretty, but really not my type. 

The red one or this one?

Red, this one fits you wrong in the waist. 

Well isn’t that cute… You must be the only person in the world like that. 

Well I’m sure he’d love anything you get him. I’m quite alright thanks.

Mmm, I wish that was the case. Amycus is rather selective. 

Great ones. “Someone like you” could be handsome, clever, incredibly sexy.

"That's true. It could be, doesn't mean it is."

There were no senses to come to. It was more complicated than that.

"That sounds flattering, Carrow. It’s all true."

"If I flattered you, rest assured it was not intentional."