Sturgis Nigel Podmore We can dance if we want to We can leave your friends behind
fadian: So you were a child that got in bar fights, the same one that ended up becoming the world's youngest bartender, yet is haunted by his juvenile decisions to this day? Dear Merlin, what a life you have lead.
ipodmore: Well, you know. Once they'd tried cockfighting and it had lost its appeal, it was only a matter of time before they tried pitting drunken young Gryffindors against each other. It was one of those sweat shop-bars, like in Taiwan, where they employ children for 6 knuts a day. Highly illegal, terribly dangerous. I'm writing my memoirs on it. Admittedly, I was pretty pissed for most of it, so the details might be shameless lies.
AKA, "That Idiot from the Daily Prophet" 'Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance Well they're no friends of mine
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