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Happy Birthday, Spencer. I've got a dance with your name on it.

My costume just arrived for Halloween and I'm super stoked about it. Phin, do you know what you're doing yet? I'll dress you up if I have to.

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You lot have so many stories. It's hard to keep track.

Seems like the place to be. The only one.
Bit sorry I didn't come earlier, when it might've been easier to nip off campus a night.

I can't even keep track and I've been here since freshman year.

It's one on one by special invitation only. I'll have to make you come sometime. Yeah, the curfews being inforced and everyone having a stick up their ass makes the grotto a bit tamer now. It's annoying.

Think it comes along with magic.

If it's by special invitation, I could hardly say no, could I?

I dunno why anyone thinks they can make a difference with rules and things. Seems to me shite happens anyway.

There is a lot to digest.

I mean, you could.. but you'd be missing out on naked fun.

Right? If some ghost wants to tear us a new asshole the MACUSA isn't going to be able to do shit about it. The adults around here are fucking useless.

"Oh everything is SO safe now!"

Yeah, okay. And I'm fucking Merlin.

Good thing I've got such impeccable manners.

Precisely. Couldn't do anything about it in the first place, so what's any different now? Part of me thinks it's just some sort of massive experiment for them, MACUSA.

Lucky me.

Who knows. It'd explain how this place is actually still running, though. My mom's a nutjob so I know why I'm here, but what the hell is wrong with everyone else's parents?

Cheers.

Used to doing whatever their children fancy? So rich they think they can just buy their way out of it if things get fucked? No idea anything's gone on at all? (That'd be my mum).

My mom just told me to get over it while dotting over her favorite child/son after he got ghost-knapped. I only dove into some psycho alternate demention and dealt with grusume looking ghosts to find him. Apparently that doesn't mean shit.

Parent of the bloody year, there.

Oh yeah, she's a ray of sunshine. Must be where I got my bitchin' personality from.

Bitchin'?

Merlin, but I love these Americanisms.

Another way to say awesome, I guess. America likes to ruin English with some new slang word (or bring one back) at least once a year. You should try to make British slang a thing.

And lose the larger part of my slight exotic appeal? Not that my accent's been serving me half so well as I was led to believe.

Afraid you don't have the more posh accent most swoon over. More than half the people here aren't worth your time so I wouldn't be too broken up about that. You've got my attention, though.

Is that it, really? More emphasis on the archaic nonsense, then.

I haven't the attention span for half, frankly.
But we'll have fun, you and I.

I mean, probably. That's what girls seem to squeal over at least.

You and me both. Yes, I think we will. But no reason to wait until Halloween to start having some, right? Maybe we should start hanging out.

Blimey.

Let's.

Care to join me for a cigarette?

Cool. Where?

Let's meet at the Ornery Oak and go from there.

Brill. There in ten.

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