
When the bride comes in and she makes her giant grand entrance, I like to glance back at the poor bastard getting married. Cause even though I think he’s an idiot for willingly entering into the last legal form of slavery, he always looks really, really happy.
Great idea. So I can shove it down your throat.

Oh yeah, right.. I have seen toothbrushes more intimidating than you.
You‘re the one having issues with being here, you move.
But I just got here and you should be making way.

Who do you think you are, The queen of England? Please remove the massive stick up your arse.
You’re welcome, you’re welcome!
Where are you goiiiinggg??

Paris, Rome.. Wherever your broom takes me!
Your ass, move it back to your holy tower of red and gold.

You‘re the one having issues with being here, you move.
And I see gryffindors being all cheerful and a ravenclaw singing at the top of his lungs.

Your mouth , shut it.
*applauds* Good one, I’ll give you that.
Thank you, thank you!

You’re welcome, you’re welcome!