OI, Goblin

[alt_sirius]

Regulus Arcturus Black. What do you think you're playing at, goblin?

You know, Father might have been a miserable sod who didn't think twice about using the dark arts, but bloody hell, Reg, there were limits to what he'd practise.

And now this? If I find out you've had anything to do with leaving that little girl 'orphaned,' so help me, Reg, I'll kill you myself.

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[alt_sirius]

You left out Insane. Bigoted. And a right bugger.

[alt_crouch_jr]

I've no idea where you came by those traits, Black, but you insult your father's memory to say it was from him.

[alt_sirius]

Yeah? And here I thought he was being generous when he called you a homicidal neurotic who ought not be left alone with helpless animals, especially of the furry, four-footed variety.

Course, whether that was because he thought you'd singe its fur off, or do something depraved to it, I never asked.

Which was it, then?

[alt_crouch_jr]

I'm only a danger to vermin like you, who roll in their own vomit and spread their filth wherever they go.

[alt_sirius]

If I were you, Crouch, I wouldn't put that in your personal advertisements. It's not strictly the sort of preference that attracts the ladies.

Though I'm told that when you have to pay for it, you can ask for almost anything. I've no personal experience with that sort of thing, you understand - my tastes and my looks aren't nearly so repulsive as yours.

Something like that, though? I hope you save up your Galleons.