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Mud is slimy and treacherous, Justine, it smears and defiles, that's to be expected. Filth's true nature, after all. Be always on your guard. Sabateurs and simpletons at every turn.
Gauntlet thrown; challenge accepted. No need for the duelist's slashing wand salute; preposterous to salute putrescence. Only the Unbreakable oath sworn in heart's purest blood: the true wizard will always, always win. Always. I'll make certain of that.
I can wait. Not forever, but time enough.
The righteous have the patience of the stones, stones to grind mud dry, to grind it to infinitesimal powder. Nothing but dust. Silver and purple and blue dust, blown away on the wind into oblivion.
And the bat in the belfry, squawks and squeaks, bars my path, the path of justice.
I'm thinking it's time for a return to pure research. Pigeons won't be pleased, but that's immaterial.
Someday the world will be worthy of you, Justine. Calcification, petrification, and a cleansing, scouring fire. Red, red flames, to scorch and destroy the blackest mud.
I have just the right torch in mind.
Gauntlet thrown; challenge accepted. No need for the duelist's slashing wand salute; preposterous to salute putrescence. Only the Unbreakable oath sworn in heart's purest blood: the true wizard will always, always win. Always. I'll make certain of that.
I can wait. Not forever, but time enough.
The righteous have the patience of the stones, stones to grind mud dry, to grind it to infinitesimal powder. Nothing but dust. Silver and purple and blue dust, blown away on the wind into oblivion.
And the bat in the belfry, squawks and squeaks, bars my path, the path of justice.
I'm thinking it's time for a return to pure research. Pigeons won't be pleased, but that's immaterial.
Someday the world will be worthy of you, Justine. Calcification, petrification, and a cleansing, scouring fire. Red, red flames, to scorch and destroy the blackest mud.
I have just the right torch in mind.
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How is Dean Thomas doing, Minerva, do you know? I imagine that Lockhart is useless for keeping you apprised about Gryffindor House, but Arthur's quite worried about him.