Now get this straight, you lot! You might have had it in your head that this is a dumping wasteland for you, but make no greater mistake than that, oh no sir!
Why, just today I received one of your confessions, as ridiculous as some of them are, but I still do a good job of respecting your wishes, it’ll be wise to remmeber that.
Anyways, where was I? Oh yes, those horrid confessions! So here I was opening one of them and I sweared by Godric’s dimwitted two single braincells, I couldn’t make heads or tails out of it!
Oh forget the butchered grammar (you kiss yer mum with that mouth eh?), I couldn’t even begin to guess what it meant! Then I realized, “oh the poor youngin must’ve forgotten to put in their chosen word!”, but for the life of me I still could not even come close to guessing it! McGonagall might have excused you, but I will not! Oh dear no!
Either review whatever you send in to the confess box, or I’ll have a chat with the blog owner for your ignorance (you cheeks probably find it funny to trash your work, I’ll give you funny when Professor Taiga hears about this, and mark my words: yes she will!)
Now have I made myself clear?
Repeat after me, I WILL REVIEW WHAT CONFESSION I SEND, BECAUSE I AM A VERY GOOD BOY/GIRL.
Good, engrave it on your head if you have to, or there’ll be repercussions.
Children these days, I’ll have a heart attack before Voldemort takes over.
Yes, I said his name, but only because you little shrewds sometimes just prove to be ten times worse!
Good day.
