Of course Merula cares. At this point I feel like Merula pretending she doesn't care about anything is this open secret, where everyone just pretends they believe her 😆
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I'm Literally Zonko's Top Witch
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I Can’t Believe It’s Not Zonko’s: Bizarre Submissions to the Ministry Patent Office
Today’s entry: BalLocks, Snitch Protector
Worried that those little golden balls might have their flesh memories ruined by being fondled just a little too soon? Try BalLocks, a pouch that holds two Snitches away from prying eyes or hands. It even has a loop so that it can hang from the base of your broomstick for easy access!
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NO PULSES EL BOTÓN 🔴 #hogwartslegacy #zonko #hogsmeade #sortilegiosweasley (en ZONKO) https://www.instagram.com/p/CovLLXlPoW7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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“And some classic Candy In A Can. It’s simple, but it’s a classic for a reason. It’s fun to just have a tin of candy. Mum uses em for her medication!”
“Uh oh…..Looks like one of the stock boys mistook her medication for candy, and placed it on the shelves. Someone’s gonna have a very very bad trip this New Years. Oh boy-“
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everytime i see comics zuko and his characterisation i die a little inside
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First Drawing of 2024 I can't wait to get chucked out a window by this year
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Yes, let's push all the actual work on Quinn. 😂 Tonks and Tulip are lucky she's desperate for distractions
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I Can’t Believe It’s Not Zonko’s: Bizarre Submissions to the Ministry Patent Office
Today’s entry: VamPanties, the Humanitarian Menstrual Cup
Developed by a Transylvanian wizard of unknown name, VamPanties helps witches save Sickles and Knuts spent on sanitary products and help to end the starvation crisis among eastern Europe’s vampire population. The VamPanties menstrual cup is magically connected to a cordial glass held by a needy vampire, who receives a free, victimless snack. Bottom’s up?
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“There you go,” said Ron. “We got as much as we could carry.”
A shower of brilliantly colored sweets fell into Harry’s lap. It was dusk, and Ron and Hermione had just turned up in the common room, pink-faced from the cold wind and looking as though they’d had the time of their lives.
“Thanks,” said Harry, picking up a packet of tiny black Pepper Imps. “What’s Hogsmeade like? Where did you go?”
By the sound of it — everywhere. Dervish and Banges, the wizarding equipment shop, Zonko’s Joke Shop, into the Three Broomsticks for foaming mugs of hot butterbeer, and many places besides.
“The post office, Harry! About two hundred owls, all sitting on shelves, all color-coded depending on how fast you want your letter to get there!”
“Honeydukes has got a new kind of fudge; they were giving out free samples, there’s a bit, look —”
“We think we saw an ogre, honestly, they get all sorts at the Three Broomsticks —”
“Wish we could have brought you some butterbeer, really warms you up —”
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