Nab (Shh. I Can't Spell Accosted.)

And here, I will pause a moment, to shout at the fourth wall a bit.

Muses are delicate creatures? From whence sprung that particular revelation?

Of all the words. Really. I haven't so many for you in return. I suppose it's nice to be fed dirty pictures art and loud, tasteless music, and it's always fun when you hand me the envelope and let me push it as far as it will go OVER THE DESK FTW, but. Delicate?

What exactly did I do to deserve such a moniker? Please let me know. I hereby most firmly resolve never to repeat said behavior.

Gimme Snape? I wanna lick his greasy face and listen to him scream like the girl he so clearly is. I promise to be really, really good and roll over for the next six thousand words or so of whatever you like in return. Come on. Just one tiny bite?

Sister beautiful will GET IT and it will be almost!canon and oh.

I really should be going, now.