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Muriel was going to have her head on a plastic platter, because she would not want to waste a precious metal, on her.
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She was sure Aunt Muriel believed she was a twenty-six year old, with high cheekbones and full lips, and the ability to smite any man with her gorgeous looks, and noble charms.
Team Muriel. WOOT!
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“You are disused to our customs.” Once again, it was not a question but a statement, and his confidence, his certainty that he would be right, and his indifference to the fact that he might be wrong - not that he would consider such a possibility - made Ginny want to grab him by the collar, and shake him hard. “But that does not matter, Miss Weasley. You have nothing to pretend, as long as you are in my company. I appreciate the natural way of life – I would not wish you to put on forced face, or make forced conversation.”
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"Has anyone ever told you that what you call etiquette is a dead bore?"
Go Ginny!
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"What you are suits you wonderfully, Miss Weasley."
Marry me?
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ZOMG, MAXAXAXX!
This was too amazing for words. Lord Rostov is such a brooding little hypocrite, kind of like a rebel itching to come out. So arrogant, but so appealing.
PAMSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS S!