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If it wasn't such a boring event, I'd take you.

Gee, Ronald, thanks.

What? It's bloody well true. What's there to do anyways? Is the food any good?

Believe it or not, most people go for the company.

What company?

Come off it.

I'll likely find someone who actually cares to spend some time with me.

Are you saying I don't?

Obviously not.

That's a load of bullshit. I do care.

Not enough to go with me.

I've been asked you know. And not by that git Cormac. Never going near him again... By someone who might actually want to see me there, not just sample the pasties. Maybe I'll just go with him...

*With the curse, her bitchiness is at an all time high...*

Sample the pasties?

What's that supposed to mean?

You like food more than me.

They're two different things, aren't they?

You can't make me choose. I'd be starved.

Yet you'll go to the party for the food, not for me. Why shouldn't I go with someone else? Not that you would go anyways, apparently.

It's a perfectly good reason to attend a party. Does no one else appreciate the food?

If you want to go with someone else, by all means, woman. It's not like I'll be able to stop you. But you know they're only after one thing.

You're horrible, you know that?

Just because you don't appreciate me at all, doesn't mean that no one can appreciate me. Especially for something more than the physical.

Appreciate you? Those randy boys just want to get into your you-know-what.

You're disgusting.

I am not. What is wrong with you? Bloody hell. Honestly, woman. I'm not the one trying to get physical with you.

Malum is not trying to get physical with me. You didn't even know who I was talking about.

You're just trying to make me feel terrible, for whatever rubbish reason you can come up with. I don't have to put up with this. You don't want to go with me, then leave me alone. I can get better than you.

Who the hell is Malum?

I wasn't trying anything. You're just overly sensitive for some odd reason. Will you listen to yourself?

A boy. That I'm going with.

You expect me to believe that every boy that would agree to go with me is just trying to shag me, Ron? But you won't go with me. Certainly not.

Where's Lavender? I'm sure she'll be dying to know precisely where you are and who you're talking to.

He doesn't even sound like he's from Hogwarts! I've never heard of him.

She doesn't control me. I can talk to whoever I want.

Look, I'll take you. Just don't make a fuss about it.

He is...sort of.

Really? Well, I can say Harry and I are just shocked.

I don't want you, Ron. Not anymore.

What do you mean sort of?

What have you two been talking about?

What the hell is that supposed to mean?