Private message to Crouch

[alt_hydra]

I know you weren't at Maidstone last night. I would have known, this time.

Too bad. I don't think I dropped my elbow at all, but you could have told me for sure.

I realised something, though. When you last wrote you called Justin "squib-spawn" - did Antonin Dolohov really not tell you tell you the truth? Or did Dolohov simply not believe what Justin told him?

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[alt_hydra]

Doesn't everything serve a purpose?

[alt_crouch_jr]

Clearly not.

On the sparring floor (for instance), all actions, all pauses, all decisions either create opportunity or put you at risk. Those that create opportunity would be said to serve a purpose; the latter, not.

[alt_hydra]

They serve a purpose to your sparring partner.

Just as all of your partner's actions, pauses, and decisions serve a purpose for you.

[alt_crouch_jr]

You speak as though sparring were an altruistic endeavour.

[alt_hydra]

Partner can mean the person you're sparring against, or the partner you're teamed up with.

If you don't want to tell me why it's wrong, just say so.

[alt_crouch_jr]

You want to know why it's wrong for a mudblood to exist? Or for a witch to bind herself to one?

Which 'wrong' is it that you want to solve or understand? Either ask plainly what you want to know, or state plainly what you want to declare.


Will have to wait for another night, however.

Would ask you along on tonight's task if you were still available for the asking. You'd be well-suited for it.

[alt_hydra]

I don't want to solve or understand anything. I just want to see what you say.

Still unavailable, I'm afraid.

[alt_crouch_jr]

Here's what I say: run to France if you want to keep on with your piece of mud-flesh.

Go now. Through Dover. Take the opportunity while you can.