Date: 2004-04-09 07:36 am (UTC)
Marry me.

No, no, I know we're both already married, but I just love this *g*

Snape drew himself up. “Now, see here, old man. Are you or are you not the spirit that has come from the deepest, darkest, pit of –“

“Montreal?”

“Excuse me?”

“Never could stand Quebec myself. It’s so …foreign. You know the French. They’re –“ He waggled his hand from side to side. “You know.”


I'm dying. Too freaking funny.
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