closed rp;

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So after the excitement that was eating the chocolates, Jack was still a dingo and quite happily pulled JD along. Heading back to Gryffindor tower, forgetting the fact that JD didn't make any sense and he couldn't talk, still.

Jack remembered when he was sat outside the painting, looking hopefully between the fat lady and JD. Jack made the most pityful whine he could manage.