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In Celebration and Remembrance
Hey, you lot!
Welcome to my home, which I hope from now on you'll all consider your home, as well.
It's ours. All of this is.
The last time there was a party here, the guest list was assuredly the crème de la crème. Think fur-trimmed dress robes, nose-sculpting charms, potency potions, and catty New London gossip, far as the eye can see. And pure blood, of course. Purest you can find.
Now I look out and see something I've never seen here before. Purple-haired weirdos, people missing a limb or two, scars on parade, some seriously questionable accessorising, and tattered and posh robes in equal measure. I see muggle-loving weasles, muggleborns and muggles chatting with purebloods, and halfbloods everywhere. And the twisty part is, as I was looking about, I realised I had to think about it before I remembered who was what and who was who.
Possibly this is also because I've had a bit of champagne.
But what I'm saying is: we're all here together. Everyone looks pretty happy, even though there are still things to be gutted about.
Everyone we've lost would want us to celebrate, and raise a toast to them. And to ourselves, as well.
So, chin chin!
Now, who wants to come up to the roof and have a ride on Sinbad's flying motorbike?
Welcome to my home, which I hope from now on you'll all consider your home, as well.
It's ours. All of this is.
The last time there was a party here, the guest list was assuredly the crème de la crème. Think fur-trimmed dress robes, nose-sculpting charms, potency potions, and catty New London gossip, far as the eye can see. And pure blood, of course. Purest you can find.
Now I look out and see something I've never seen here before. Purple-haired weirdos, people missing a limb or two, scars on parade, some seriously questionable accessorising, and tattered and posh robes in equal measure. I see muggle-loving weasles, muggleborns and muggles chatting with purebloods, and halfbloods everywhere. And the twisty part is, as I was looking about, I realised I had to think about it before I remembered who was what and who was who.
Possibly this is also because I've had a bit of champagne.
But what I'm saying is: we're all here together. Everyone looks pretty happy, even though there are still things to be gutted about.
Everyone we've lost would want us to celebrate, and raise a toast to them. And to ourselves, as well.
So, chin chin!
Now, who wants to come up to the roof and have a ride on Sinbad's flying motorbike?
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without you it would not have happened. Could not have.
So. So I'm glad you're going to be a bridesmaid because you have to.
So is Pansy. And Gemma is maid of honour.
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