As much as most of you won’t believe me when I say this I am an enthusiastic lover of music. Not just wizard rock, but real music. The kind that makes you cry and then the key change hits and you could literally die at that moment a very happy person.
This is that sort of music. REAL music swimming with passion. I just can’t. I become an emotional sucker when I hear this sort of thing.
P.S. For those of you wondering what happened to me, I’m fine and very much alive. I’m a death eater people, I get busy from time to time. <-any “that’s what she said” jokes will result in extreme pain and misery.
P.S.S. Stop implying that Molly Weasley had something to do with my disappearance. What the hell is that all about?
I AM the greatest self-proclaimed potions master in the history of magic…
“Why?” you may ask. Because I have just created a butterbeer frappaccino downstairs in my own (Cissy’s) home.
Nothing like a little caffeine and sugar combined to make muggle torturing a WAY more satisfying experience.
The last thing you need is caffeine. I’m still refurnishing the study because of your last little episode with Starbucks coffee. I won’t be the big bad master and so no is no but I am suggesting it. Please take the hint.