screw-twizzlers:

Shit… Crazy-bitch told him to stay away from Scanty, so no more lesbians for him. He hadn’t seen Shura in forever, so none of that. Where was he gonna get his daily dosage of hot chicks? All he could do was imagine hot girls. That was almost as useful as Hagrid’s help with dress robes. It was kinda ridiculous how much he needed hot girls, he realized after some thought. Was he really this dependent on that stuff?

“God, I need a new hobby.”

“A hobby other than spying on my darling sister and I?”, Kneesocks said, smirking. “Why. Why are you so desperate to watch us? We’re sisters, for hell’s sake. Surely, SURELY that must disgust you, as it does so many other humans?”