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[21 May 2012|05:25pm] |
Warded Private
( Not again. )
Of course he wouldn't just give you her, Potter. You have to find her. Think. If you were hiding the redhead, where would she be? Of course she'd be in the library, but that would be too obvious. That's not his style. He wants to make you sweat, and Merlin, I'm in my best suit, that bastard. Was. I have no idea what this garb is, but it's not from the Capitol, that's for certain.
Oh, did I mention that there are multiple versions of Lily here? As if things weren't twisted enough already, he puts copies of her out there and ages them differently. Bloody fanfuckingtastic.
Or. You know. He could have not done any of the above to make me paranoid. He's not above doing that either. I guess I better get started. Where the fuck is Snape when I need him?
My names is James Charlus Potter, the winner of the 1976 Healy Game. I am currently seeking a Miss Lily Evans. If you have any information as to her whereabouts it will be in your best interest to tell me now.
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