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batsutousaiTitle: The Forgotten
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batsutousai
Beta:
Pairings: I’m gonna be evile and not tell you. *cackles*
Warnings: SLASH/YAOI, Character death, OOCness, AU(we all know Jo won’t let this happen…), OCs, SUICIDE ATTEMPT
Summary: What if Voldemort wins the “Final Battle,” but Harry Potter survives?
Living in the Muggle world with no memory of his past, can Harry find the key to saving them all?
Disclaim Her: This needed a little angst, don’t you think? No fic’s complete without a little angst.
Key:
’Thoughts’
Writing
”Doo’s memory flashes”
¤Another language, like Bulgarian¤
A/N: It’s in the warnings, but I shall restate it here, as well: SUICIDE ATTEMPT
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Chapter Three
Depression
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“You have to leave today?” Doo asked sadly.
“Yes.” Tom sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I said that I’d be back yesterday, but I stayed overnight so I could say good-bye to you.”
Doo grinned. “I’m touched, Tom. I really am.”
“Touched in the head.” Tom agreed with a smile as he reached up to tug on Doo’s ponytail
“Stop that.” Doo made a face, swatting at the offending hand lightly. “You know, Voldemort’s a bit of a bastard.”
“Oh?” The Dark Lord glanced at his friend inquiringly.
“Yeah.” Doo nodded firmly. “Making you come home at a certain time and all that. Doesn’t he give you any breaks?”
Tom smiled sadly. “There’s no rest for the weary, Doo. You really think he’s a bastard?”
Doo sighed. “Well, yes, I still think he’s a bastard. However.” the Forgotten’s eyes glinted with amusement. “He’s a bastard I’d like to meet, assuming, of course, that he wouldn’t hex me on sight for being an enemy.”
Tom nodded, realizing that, not long ago, he would have hexed a Forgotten who came to visit him of their own free will on sight, no matter their reasons. “Pity, that.”
“What? Me thinking he’s still a bastard? Me not coming because I might get hexed? Or me not getting hexed because I won’t come?” Doo inquired with a grin.
Tom chuckled. “A little of all of them, I suppose.”
Doo laughed. “You are evil!”
“Was there ever any doubt?”
“Well...”
“Don’t you dare finish that thought, Mr Tarrant.” The Dark Lord ordered darkly.
Doo grinned. “Sir! Yes, sir!”
Tom’s smile faded slowly. “Well, I suppose I should go, then...” He turned to Doo’s fireplace, which had been connected to the Floo Network for an hour so the Dark Lord could take it home.
Doo suddenly hugged Tom from behind, shocking the man into stillness. “Don’t be a stranger, alright? Visit every once in a while, especially if you’re stressed and need someone to talk to. It’s what friends are for.” The pale-haired man whispered.
Tom nodded and reached up to squeeze the hands encircling his chest. “Of course. I’ll find some way to bribe Voldemort.”
Doo nodded and let go. “Don’t you forget it.” He said in a stern voice.
Tom grinned and turned around, bowing to his friend. “Of course, Master Tarrant.” When he straighten up, he noticed the tears on Doo’s face. “Doo? What’s wrong?”
But Doo just smiled. “Go on. Don’t want to miss your little window of opportunity.”
Tom nodded, worried for the Forgotten. “Take care of yourself.” He ordered.
“Of course.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
Tom turned and tossed a finger-full of Floo Power into the flames from his pocket. As the fire turned green, he stepped in, then called out, “Slytherin Manor” in a clear voice. The last thing he saw before the room spun before him was Doo waving tearfully. ‘I swear I’ll visit again soon.’ He told himself, never expecting that he wouldn’t keep his promise.
-~/\~-
Doo managed five weeks without getting overly depressed. But, by the sixth week and no word from Tom, his worry started eating at him. Was his friend okay? Was he tired? Was he overworked? Had he forgotten Doo while busy working for Voldemort?
It didn’t help that Deva and Nick were going steady. The two went out every night. Doo saw them off with a smile and a wave and acted like a parent, of sorts, to both of them, reminding them to not stay out too late and to stay in well lit areas. They were happy, and he was glad for that, but it made him feel like a third wheel at times.
He forced himself to talk to Hertha a bit more, determined to get to know another Forgotten. However, she never mentioned her memory loss and Doo wasn’t too keen to bring it up. The closest they ever got to the topic was the one time Hertha admitted that she had no clue who Renny’s father was. She didn’t feel like trying to find out, either, even though she knew there were ways. Doo had let it drop. Mostly, they discussed the children in the neighborhood. Since she was a teacher and he owned the local sweet shop, they saw different sides to the kids and would trade secrets, like favourite sweets and grades.
Doo also found time to visit Hogwarts, now that he knew it was there, and would often drop by on Saturdays or Sundays to play with the students and supply them with treats or talk with Syna about the past. The Deputy Headmistress was very open about the past, but her cousin wasn’t. Syna and Doo could also be found trading stories about Deva. Syna always said that Doo had the best dirt on her cousin, since he saw her so often.
If there was one topic Doo never brought up with anyone, though, it was Tom. He just couldn’t bring himself to ask about the man. If Tom didn’t want him around, then he wouldn’t bother, Doo had decided.
-~/\~-
It was a particularly busy Friday when the package came. Both Doo and Nick were dashing about like madmen, getting candy for children and restocking empty shelves. When the deliveryman had come in with a large box, Doo had just told him to stack it behind the counter, thinking it was another load of candy. He hoped it was the gummy worms, since they were running low, but forgot about the package almost immediately as a four-year-old girl came to him, crying, because her mummy had left her alone in the store.
After a quick word with Nick, Doo picked up the girl and headed out of his shop, making faces at her to get her to laugh. It only took them about five minutes to find the desperate mother. She thanked Doo profusely and he just smiled.
“It’s my job, madam.”
“Oh, but to have walked so far looking for me! Anita must have been horrible!”
“No, no, she was fine. A perfect little angel.” Doo assured the woman.
“I should really pay you for your trouble...” The woman said, pulling out her wallet.
Doo set a gentle hand over her hand, smiling. “It was no trouble, madam, trust me. I love children. It was actually kind of fun.” He offered when she looked up at him in shock. “Keep your money, please. I couldn’t take it.”
The woman lowered her hand, nodding. “I-Of course.”
Doo nodded. “Have a good day.” He offered to the mother before glancing down at her daughter. “Stay with your mummy and be good, alright, little miss Anita?”
“Yup!” Anita agreed.
“That’s my girl.” Doo ruffled her hair gently before straightening. He turned back towards his shop with a wave, smiling as Anita called a loud “Good-bye, Candy-man!” after him.
Doo re-entered his shop whistling. The place looked quite a bit emptier than when he’d left and he stepped over to lean against the counter, grinning at Nick. “I see you’ve gotten rid of most of the little monsters.”
“Yeah.” Nick sighed heavily. “Oh, I had Deva put that package in your living-room.” He nodded to where his girlfriend stood, helping a young boy get some candy that was too high up for him. “It’s for you, not the shop.”
“Damn.” Doo grumbled. “I was hoping it was that order of gummy worms I put in for. We’re almost out.”
“Appears not. Sorry, Doo-man.” Nick offered.
“Ah. Not your problem. I’ll call the shop Monday afternoon and make sure they sent it.”
“Not today?”
“No. They had to close early today for some strange reason that made no sense to me.” Doo shrugged.
Nick nodded. “What are you planning to do tomorrow, Doo?”
Doo ran a hand through his hair, which he hadn’t put in a ponytail that morning. “Visiting Syna. She promised to take me shopping in London.” He grinned. “It should be amusing.”
“Ooh. A date for the gay guy.” Nick teased.
“Shut up, you.”
Deva laughed as she came over to them. “Hullo, Doo.” She offered, giving him a hug.
Doo grinned. “How’re your flowers?”
“They are doing lovely, as alvays. I just vish flovers from my home vould keep here. It’s just not home vithout them.” Deva sighed.
“I’ll take your word for it, m’dear.” Doo decided before changing the topic. “What are you two planning for tomorrow.”
“Oh, don’t tell him, Deva.” Nick whined immediately as he rang a kid up. “He’ll just lecture us again.”
Deva smiled at her boyfriend while Doo smirked. “Would I ever do a think like that?” Doo asked in a mildly wounded voice.
“Yes.” Nick growled.
“Nick is taking me into Glasgov.” Deva said. “Ve are going to see the St Mungo Museum of Religious Life and Art and the Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum.”
“Sounds like it could take a while.” Doo commented conversationally.
“We’re leaving tonight and staying for the whole weekend.” Nick grumbled.
Doo smirked. “Well, since you’ve heard my lecture before, I’ll save you from it this time.”
“Oh, sweet mercy.” Nick muttered.
“Just stay safe while you’re out there.” The pale-haired man said seriously. “I don’t want Syna on my arse ‘cause I wasn’t watching her favourite cousin close enough.”
“Hey! What about me?!” Nick cried as Deva laughed.
Doo cocked an eyebrow at his friend. “Like your parents care what happens to you, my delinquent friend.”
“Ouch.” Nick winced. “You really hate me, don’t you?”
“Only a little bit.” Doo replied with a smile. “Well, tell you two what. You need to get going so you’re not trying to find the hotel in the dark. I can close shop tonight just fine without Nick. You two can head on out right now.”
“You sure?” Nick asked. “What if things pick up again?”
“Nicholas, I managed for two years without your help. I think I can handle one whole night by myself.” Doo chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “And it’s getting too late for most of the kids, anyway.”
“Well... If you say so...” Nick mumbled.
“I say so.” Doo replied firmly. “Get out of my shop before I kick you out.”
“Aye, aye, boss-man.” Nick grimaced and went to hang up his smock.
Deva hugged Doo tightly. “You vill be fine?”
“Yeah.” Doo ruffled her hair gently. “Don’t you worry that pretty little head about me. Go have a ball.”
Deva nodded. “Stay overnight at Hogvarts. You vill like that.”
“Yes, mother.” Doo replied with a grin.
“Hey, Tarrant, you’d better not be hitting on my girl.” Nick said in an ominous voice from behind his boss.
Doo grinned. “Oh, get out of here, the both of you. And have a good time!”
“Bye, Doo. Haff a good weekend!” Deva called as Nick led her from the shop.
Doo spent the rest of the evening ringing customers up and helping them find stuff. After he closed the shop, he realized he needed to finish some paperwork in his office and went in to work. Totally knackered, he went to bed without even giving the package sitting next to his glass table a second thought.
-~/\~-
The next morning, after getting dressed in his nicest robes and grabbing some tea for himself, he remembered the package and sat down on the floor with it. He blinked a few times at the sender. “Zack? Why would Zack be sending me anything?” He inquired of the empty room before pulling out a pocket knife and attacking the packing tape.
Inside the box was anything and everything he’d ever given Zack. There was also a letter. It was filled with hatred and spite and it’s figurative sharp edges cut through the last of Doo’s defences against his impending depression.
Taking his pocket knife, Doo slit his wrists, sobbing.
-~/\~-
-~/\~-
A/N: Yeah, I decided to leave it there. Nice cliffie. *cackles madly*
Sorry this chapter’s so short. Of course, it’s also rather loaded, so I suppose that makes up for it. *grimaces*
~Batsutousai ^.^x
Chapters:
Prologue
1 - Hogwarts ||| 2 - Nicholas Wants Answers |||3 - Depression
4 - The Greatest Idiot ||| 5 - Another Clue ||| 6 - Discovered
7 - Harry Potter Lives ||| 8 - The Power Over the Dark ||| 9 - Answers
10 - The True Threat Becomes Known ||| 11 - Gathering Allies ||| 12 - A New Bond
13 - Culross and Her Staff ||| 14 - Courting Your Fate
Discontinued
Author:
batsutousaiBeta:
Pairings: I’m gonna be evile and not tell you. *cackles*
Warnings: SLASH/YAOI, Character death, OOCness, AU(we all know Jo won’t let this happen…), OCs, SUICIDE ATTEMPT
Summary: What if Voldemort wins the “Final Battle,” but Harry Potter survives?
Living in the Muggle world with no memory of his past, can Harry find the key to saving them all?
Disclaim Her: This needed a little angst, don’t you think? No fic’s complete without a little angst.
Key:
’Thoughts’
Writing
”Doo’s memory flashes”
¤Another language, like Bulgarian¤
A/N: It’s in the warnings, but I shall restate it here, as well: SUICIDE ATTEMPT
Chapter Three
Depression
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“You have to leave today?” Doo asked sadly.
“Yes.” Tom sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I said that I’d be back yesterday, but I stayed overnight so I could say good-bye to you.”
Doo grinned. “I’m touched, Tom. I really am.”
“Touched in the head.” Tom agreed with a smile as he reached up to tug on Doo’s ponytail
“Stop that.” Doo made a face, swatting at the offending hand lightly. “You know, Voldemort’s a bit of a bastard.”
“Oh?” The Dark Lord glanced at his friend inquiringly.
“Yeah.” Doo nodded firmly. “Making you come home at a certain time and all that. Doesn’t he give you any breaks?”
Tom smiled sadly. “There’s no rest for the weary, Doo. You really think he’s a bastard?”
Doo sighed. “Well, yes, I still think he’s a bastard. However.” the Forgotten’s eyes glinted with amusement. “He’s a bastard I’d like to meet, assuming, of course, that he wouldn’t hex me on sight for being an enemy.”
Tom nodded, realizing that, not long ago, he would have hexed a Forgotten who came to visit him of their own free will on sight, no matter their reasons. “Pity, that.”
“What? Me thinking he’s still a bastard? Me not coming because I might get hexed? Or me not getting hexed because I won’t come?” Doo inquired with a grin.
Tom chuckled. “A little of all of them, I suppose.”
Doo laughed. “You are evil!”
“Was there ever any doubt?”
“Well...”
“Don’t you dare finish that thought, Mr Tarrant.” The Dark Lord ordered darkly.
Doo grinned. “Sir! Yes, sir!”
Tom’s smile faded slowly. “Well, I suppose I should go, then...” He turned to Doo’s fireplace, which had been connected to the Floo Network for an hour so the Dark Lord could take it home.
Doo suddenly hugged Tom from behind, shocking the man into stillness. “Don’t be a stranger, alright? Visit every once in a while, especially if you’re stressed and need someone to talk to. It’s what friends are for.” The pale-haired man whispered.
Tom nodded and reached up to squeeze the hands encircling his chest. “Of course. I’ll find some way to bribe Voldemort.”
Doo nodded and let go. “Don’t you forget it.” He said in a stern voice.
Tom grinned and turned around, bowing to his friend. “Of course, Master Tarrant.” When he straighten up, he noticed the tears on Doo’s face. “Doo? What’s wrong?”
But Doo just smiled. “Go on. Don’t want to miss your little window of opportunity.”
Tom nodded, worried for the Forgotten. “Take care of yourself.” He ordered.
“Of course.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
Tom turned and tossed a finger-full of Floo Power into the flames from his pocket. As the fire turned green, he stepped in, then called out, “Slytherin Manor” in a clear voice. The last thing he saw before the room spun before him was Doo waving tearfully. ‘I swear I’ll visit again soon.’ He told himself, never expecting that he wouldn’t keep his promise.
Doo managed five weeks without getting overly depressed. But, by the sixth week and no word from Tom, his worry started eating at him. Was his friend okay? Was he tired? Was he overworked? Had he forgotten Doo while busy working for Voldemort?
It didn’t help that Deva and Nick were going steady. The two went out every night. Doo saw them off with a smile and a wave and acted like a parent, of sorts, to both of them, reminding them to not stay out too late and to stay in well lit areas. They were happy, and he was glad for that, but it made him feel like a third wheel at times.
He forced himself to talk to Hertha a bit more, determined to get to know another Forgotten. However, she never mentioned her memory loss and Doo wasn’t too keen to bring it up. The closest they ever got to the topic was the one time Hertha admitted that she had no clue who Renny’s father was. She didn’t feel like trying to find out, either, even though she knew there were ways. Doo had let it drop. Mostly, they discussed the children in the neighborhood. Since she was a teacher and he owned the local sweet shop, they saw different sides to the kids and would trade secrets, like favourite sweets and grades.
Doo also found time to visit Hogwarts, now that he knew it was there, and would often drop by on Saturdays or Sundays to play with the students and supply them with treats or talk with Syna about the past. The Deputy Headmistress was very open about the past, but her cousin wasn’t. Syna and Doo could also be found trading stories about Deva. Syna always said that Doo had the best dirt on her cousin, since he saw her so often.
If there was one topic Doo never brought up with anyone, though, it was Tom. He just couldn’t bring himself to ask about the man. If Tom didn’t want him around, then he wouldn’t bother, Doo had decided.
It was a particularly busy Friday when the package came. Both Doo and Nick were dashing about like madmen, getting candy for children and restocking empty shelves. When the deliveryman had come in with a large box, Doo had just told him to stack it behind the counter, thinking it was another load of candy. He hoped it was the gummy worms, since they were running low, but forgot about the package almost immediately as a four-year-old girl came to him, crying, because her mummy had left her alone in the store.
After a quick word with Nick, Doo picked up the girl and headed out of his shop, making faces at her to get her to laugh. It only took them about five minutes to find the desperate mother. She thanked Doo profusely and he just smiled.
“It’s my job, madam.”
“Oh, but to have walked so far looking for me! Anita must have been horrible!”
“No, no, she was fine. A perfect little angel.” Doo assured the woman.
“I should really pay you for your trouble...” The woman said, pulling out her wallet.
Doo set a gentle hand over her hand, smiling. “It was no trouble, madam, trust me. I love children. It was actually kind of fun.” He offered when she looked up at him in shock. “Keep your money, please. I couldn’t take it.”
The woman lowered her hand, nodding. “I-Of course.”
Doo nodded. “Have a good day.” He offered to the mother before glancing down at her daughter. “Stay with your mummy and be good, alright, little miss Anita?”
“Yup!” Anita agreed.
“That’s my girl.” Doo ruffled her hair gently before straightening. He turned back towards his shop with a wave, smiling as Anita called a loud “Good-bye, Candy-man!” after him.
Doo re-entered his shop whistling. The place looked quite a bit emptier than when he’d left and he stepped over to lean against the counter, grinning at Nick. “I see you’ve gotten rid of most of the little monsters.”
“Yeah.” Nick sighed heavily. “Oh, I had Deva put that package in your living-room.” He nodded to where his girlfriend stood, helping a young boy get some candy that was too high up for him. “It’s for you, not the shop.”
“Damn.” Doo grumbled. “I was hoping it was that order of gummy worms I put in for. We’re almost out.”
“Appears not. Sorry, Doo-man.” Nick offered.
“Ah. Not your problem. I’ll call the shop Monday afternoon and make sure they sent it.”
“Not today?”
“No. They had to close early today for some strange reason that made no sense to me.” Doo shrugged.
Nick nodded. “What are you planning to do tomorrow, Doo?”
Doo ran a hand through his hair, which he hadn’t put in a ponytail that morning. “Visiting Syna. She promised to take me shopping in London.” He grinned. “It should be amusing.”
“Ooh. A date for the gay guy.” Nick teased.
“Shut up, you.”
Deva laughed as she came over to them. “Hullo, Doo.” She offered, giving him a hug.
Doo grinned. “How’re your flowers?”
“They are doing lovely, as alvays. I just vish flovers from my home vould keep here. It’s just not home vithout them.” Deva sighed.
“I’ll take your word for it, m’dear.” Doo decided before changing the topic. “What are you two planning for tomorrow.”
“Oh, don’t tell him, Deva.” Nick whined immediately as he rang a kid up. “He’ll just lecture us again.”
Deva smiled at her boyfriend while Doo smirked. “Would I ever do a think like that?” Doo asked in a mildly wounded voice.
“Yes.” Nick growled.
“Nick is taking me into Glasgov.” Deva said. “Ve are going to see the St Mungo Museum of Religious Life and Art and the Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum.”
“Sounds like it could take a while.” Doo commented conversationally.
“We’re leaving tonight and staying for the whole weekend.” Nick grumbled.
Doo smirked. “Well, since you’ve heard my lecture before, I’ll save you from it this time.”
“Oh, sweet mercy.” Nick muttered.
“Just stay safe while you’re out there.” The pale-haired man said seriously. “I don’t want Syna on my arse ‘cause I wasn’t watching her favourite cousin close enough.”
“Hey! What about me?!” Nick cried as Deva laughed.
Doo cocked an eyebrow at his friend. “Like your parents care what happens to you, my delinquent friend.”
“Ouch.” Nick winced. “You really hate me, don’t you?”
“Only a little bit.” Doo replied with a smile. “Well, tell you two what. You need to get going so you’re not trying to find the hotel in the dark. I can close shop tonight just fine without Nick. You two can head on out right now.”
“You sure?” Nick asked. “What if things pick up again?”
“Nicholas, I managed for two years without your help. I think I can handle one whole night by myself.” Doo chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “And it’s getting too late for most of the kids, anyway.”
“Well... If you say so...” Nick mumbled.
“I say so.” Doo replied firmly. “Get out of my shop before I kick you out.”
“Aye, aye, boss-man.” Nick grimaced and went to hang up his smock.
Deva hugged Doo tightly. “You vill be fine?”
“Yeah.” Doo ruffled her hair gently. “Don’t you worry that pretty little head about me. Go have a ball.”
Deva nodded. “Stay overnight at Hogvarts. You vill like that.”
“Yes, mother.” Doo replied with a grin.
“Hey, Tarrant, you’d better not be hitting on my girl.” Nick said in an ominous voice from behind his boss.
Doo grinned. “Oh, get out of here, the both of you. And have a good time!”
“Bye, Doo. Haff a good weekend!” Deva called as Nick led her from the shop.
Doo spent the rest of the evening ringing customers up and helping them find stuff. After he closed the shop, he realized he needed to finish some paperwork in his office and went in to work. Totally knackered, he went to bed without even giving the package sitting next to his glass table a second thought.
The next morning, after getting dressed in his nicest robes and grabbing some tea for himself, he remembered the package and sat down on the floor with it. He blinked a few times at the sender. “Zack? Why would Zack be sending me anything?” He inquired of the empty room before pulling out a pocket knife and attacking the packing tape.
Inside the box was anything and everything he’d ever given Zack. There was also a letter. It was filled with hatred and spite and it’s figurative sharp edges cut through the last of Doo’s defences against his impending depression.
Taking his pocket knife, Doo slit his wrists, sobbing.
A/N: Yeah, I decided to leave it there. Nice cliffie. *cackles madly*
Sorry this chapter’s so short. Of course, it’s also rather loaded, so I suppose that makes up for it. *grimaces*
~Batsutousai ^.^x
Prologue
1 - Hogwarts ||| 2 - Nicholas Wants Answers |||
4 - The Greatest Idiot ||| 5 - Another Clue ||| 6 - Discovered
7 - Harry Potter Lives ||| 8 - The Power Over the Dark ||| 9 - Answers
10 - The True Threat Becomes Known ||| 11 - Gathering Allies ||| 12 - A New Bond
13 - Culross and Her Staff ||| 14 - Courting Your Fate
Discontinued
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- Something magickmaker17 forced on me
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Date: 8/5/05 05:04 (UTC)Tom nodded, realizing that, not long ago, he would have hexed a Forgotten who came to visit him of their own free will on sight, no matter their reasons. “Pity, that.”
Nice how this underlines how Tom is changing.
“What? Me thinking he’s still a bastard? Me not coming because I might get hexed? Or me not getting hexed because I won’t come?” Doo inquired with a grin.
Oh, the possibilities...
Deva smiled at her boyfriend while Doo smirked. “Would I ever do a think like that?” Doo asked in a mildly wounded voice.
Arrgh, it's a typo - KILL IT! But I LOVE ze mock innocence. Enjoying the snark-banter very much - you have talent for it.
Much killage of Zack and/or Tom. Poor Doo.
Poor pocket knife. (Did I just think that?) Much angst and desire to see Tom grovelling.
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Date: 9/5/05 00:11 (UTC)Arrgh, it's a typo - KILL IT! But I LOVE ze mock innocence. Enjoying the snark-banter very much - you have talent for it.
*horrified look* OH NO!! Must go scream at beta for missing it... -.-
I should hope I have a talent for it! *laughes* I do it every day with my little sis! ^.~
Poor pocket knife. (Did I just think that?) Much angst and desire to see Tom grovelling.
*sniggers*
Tom grovelling. There's a image for ya. *snigger*
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Date: 14/8/11 09:13 (UTC)that was one mean end!!!