Mattheo Riddle
leaning against the stone wall, cigarette dangling from his lips I’m telling you, Nott, if McGonagall catches us out here again, she’s gonna skin us alive.
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Mattheo Riddle
leaning against the stone wall, cigarette dangling from his lips I’m telling you, Nott, if McGonagall catches us out here again, she’s gonna skin us alive.