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I done a bad, bad thing . . . - Not a rock, I'm just Ruth
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I done a bad, bad thing . . .
and in 100 words, too


Lucius Malfoy rubbed his eyes. It was the spell from when he was a prefect of Slytherin and jealous of the prefect of Gryffyndor and the beautiful mud blood. He had come up with a spell, a scheme to hurt them. The spell had become a curse. He could resist only so long and then he would have to come to the Muggle world and seek out what he was bound to, body and soul.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Vernon was having another one of his spells," Petunia strode into the hotel room. "Take off your clothes."

"Yes, mistress."

Edit "Mom, you realize that's just WRONG." -- Marirose


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