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Ten.5 ♒ [Filtered to staff and Erinads]

As some of you may know, Sybille's thirty sixth birthday will be coming this week on the eighth. If you're a friend or acquaintance of hers, I invite you to join us for dinner in Hogsmeade if you are able.
If possible, dress nice and bring a gift. I'll pay for dinner but drinks are your own problem.

We will be meeting at 8pm at the restaurant called Le Nuit a few places away from the station. Don't be late, it's tacky.

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Would you rather I act more like a diva?

I guess for now I'll drop it then, babe. Because we have far more important matters to focus on. Like the bet. And if you want me to name a price, then fine.

A hundred galleons.

[A small fortune, but worth it.]

No. We can't all be bred for special treatment, after all. I'd rather you devote your extra attention to me.

Consider it a bet, then.

You or your dick?

Fine. I hope you're prepared to lose that much. I'd hate for you to lose your house or something. I'll make sure Eridan and Cronus get fed, though.

Me. My dick is a part of my body and thus, myself.

Please, this is child's play. How poor do you think I am, Strider?

Well fuck, can't argue with that logic.

A hundred galleons is a lot for most wizards, how'm I supposed to know how much you've got? But if you're really so confident that it won't leave you high and dry, then great. Be prepared to make me a little richer.

No, you can't.

It is a lot, but if need be you and you children can live in my house while you scrape together the money. It's quite big, you know. My only rule is that you don't sell your body in order to pay me back. I don't like other people touching my stuff.

Name a time, you sexual deviant.

I'm pretty sure I've told you that money isn't an issue for ME either. So let's both just accept the fact 100 galleons ain't nothing to either of us. Maybe the winner should donate it to some orphanage or something since clearly it's meaningless to the two of us.

Since when did you get the papers stating you own my cock?

Any weekend.

Then it's a bet. I'll see you in your classroom this saturday, professor.

I thought you had already consented to being mine some time ago.

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