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Darling you are the one that follows me like a shadow— she rolls her eyes, letting herself fall down on the couch— you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid

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Oh, baby, stop projecting— she grins, more like smirks— I wouldn’t touch you with a stick, although the obsession you seem to have with me is well known by everyone

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Jealous? Jealous of who?— she smirks, stepping onto the table— of the mudblood you totally didn’t fuck?

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And the bed was said to be screeching so loud that even poor Peeves got scared!— she grins, walking around the common room

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You are the one who fucked him though

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Why would I? I didn’t start this —she did—

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I can’t believe she fucked a mudblood

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That’s not what’s heard around the castle

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𝐊𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐨. @shethemuse.bsky.social · 21/05/2026

—there are other books to read—

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Minding your own business by— using her hands as megaphone— FUCKING A MUDBLOOD

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𝐊𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐨. @shethemuse.bsky.social · 21/05/2026

Boredom will do that, which is better than what you’ve done

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𝐊𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐨. @shethemuse.bsky.social · 19/05/2026

Counting Ravenclaws as fast as she can, thankful for the lists they have

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No one would guess so, hearing those crunchy joints

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Oh so you think we are not on the same fucking bullshit, do you? You thought being daughter to His right hand man came without consequences? Without being binded to this from birth?— she hisses, looking into her eyes

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Why, you gonna suck off the Dark Lord?— she challenges, baring her teeth at her in true Barty fashion

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And of course, like the shadow she is, Kleio is following her inside, moving after her along shelves and aisles, kicking her ankles every now and then

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Nope— she speaks, being mean enough to push her stumbling inside the shop with a tiny “whoops”

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Because you spend your days fucking annoying me and I’m a very fair person— she hisses— so I’m doing the same, bitch

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—she is indeed being followed. Rather than gone with the shadow, she’s bling being followed by a shadow. One that makes her trip—

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—it would be so easy to cause chaos around her. So, so easy—

—Oh, but she’s so tempted to cause chaos. So, so tempted—

Look at that, another quiet, peaceful Sunday.

— Langlock— she hisses, pointing her wand at her— go, maybe now you’ll shut up for a second aye?

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Yeah, your face needed some fixing— she screams back— no go before I fucking curse your ass

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It’s not my fault you cannot even aim properly, you fucking idiot!— she hissed back, actually pushing her with both her hands

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Shut up you disgusting slug!— she hisses, wiping the bean sauce off her cheek— no go suck a dick or anything that keeps your mouth busy, maybe you’ll be useful for something

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— Why ask me when you are the fucking expert?!— she roars back, gagging for a moment as to gather as much liquid inside her mouth as possible…before spitting on her face— Oh I think it’s hilarious!

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Let me go! Let me go you treacherous whore!— she hisses, pushing against her, as the only thing behind her is the wall— get the fuck off me!

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She's quietly moving, running out of the door the moment she can, not because she fears her, but because she wants nothing to do with the punishments that will be handed out

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seconds later, is quick to sneak under the table and crawl towards the door

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She ducks, watching as it hits someone on the slytherin table. Someone who's response is to throw back a handful of scrambled eggs at Kleio. Form then? the fight quickly spreads around the whole Hall, and the Ravenclaw, after watching a sausage hit Nymeria in the face and suffering the same blow +

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-She will not kill her, but she will do something worse: interrupt her by throwing a baked bean covered toast at her face as she speaks. Kleio does not know what's better, the sudden silence or the way the piece of mushy bread slowly slides down her face, leaving a trail of red sauce behind -

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Yeah, go on and use it on yourself, do us all a favour

At least mine does not have a thing for slurping the Dark Lord's balls every morning for breakfast in search of any self worth he might find