Today

[alt_terry]

boot is happy.

that is all.

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[alt_terry]

boot's Master is still the Master.

[alt_amycus]

But you're not serving your very own Master the way you should, are you?

[alt_terry]

boot...boot still sees his Master. Every single day. In the Great Hall. And other places.

boot knows his Master.

[alt_amycus]

There've been filthy bat wings fluttering between us. Been separating us, haven't they? The flutter must be humming in your ears, confusing that feeble mudblood meat in your brainpan.

Because you still haven't answered my first question, I notice. Bad form, very bad.

You know your Master doesn't like it when you do that.

[alt_terry]

Sir, I

sir...

[alt_amycus]

You're a liar, aren't you, tidbit? Filthy, crawling wretch of a liar. Not fit to breathe the same air as the pure, are you?

[alt_terry]

Master has always taught boot what mudbloods are. boot knows what his master taught him.

boot tries to please his Master, always, but boot will never be anything but a mudblood.

[alt_amycus]

Good, tidbit, very good.

But still avoiding the question.

[alt_terry]

Master knows all. His...his purity pierces all disguise, sees all. How could boot ever lie to him?

boot never wants anything but to belong to Master.

[alt_amycus]

Hmmm. Better.

Lick it a bit more, tidbit.

I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up to No Good

[alt_terry]

Oh Merlin.

I have to say it. He'll never let it be unless I do. Fred, George, I'm sorry!

Re: I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up to No Good

[alt_gredforge]

No worries, Professor, and you don't ever have to apologise to us for what you have to do.

[alt_terry]

boot will never never be anybody else's mudblood.

boot loves his master.

[alt_amycus]

Now that was easy, wasn't it?

Don't you worry, tidbit. We'll be back together soon.

I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up to No Good

[alt_gredforge]

Never in a million years.

[alt_terry]

boot wants everyone to know that boot always keeps his promises.