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โฅ… ๐™น๐šŠ๐š—๐š˜๐šœ ๐š‰๐šœ๐š˜๐š•๐š โฅ†

@TheDuelingBear

โฅ…โ–ฟโฅ† ๐”ป๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ž๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•€๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•– ๐•€๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•”๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ฃ; Dueling Division โฅ…โ–ฟโฅ† FBAWTFT/HP RP ~ era friendly. โฅ…โ–ฟโฅ† A darling of @EcstaticCluster โฅ…โ–ฟโฅ†

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โ€œChallenge me then.โ€ โฅ…โ–ฟโฅ† Students gave him the nickname ๐”น๐•ฃ๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ ๐”น๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ for his strength and resilience in any duel. Wand or claw. โฅ…โ–ฟโฅ† FBAWTFT/HP RP โฅ…โ–ฟโฅ† Heโ€™s mean, but writer is not. All is welcome! โฅ…โ–ฟโฅ† Darling of @EcstaticCluster


Tapping on the corner of his window was a Eurasian Pygmy Owl. Her stature is small despite having a narrowed pointed gaze like her master. Within her tiny beak was a stained parchment folded into fours with twine wrapped around it to keep it from unfolding in her flight.

He's sitting in his office, quietly drinking some whiskey while grading parchments.



Ugh. He has headache. No one bother the Bear unless you want to get punted into oblivion.


"Basic legends that you say are not accurate. Vhat am I to do, oh igaz ember {oh righteous one}? Read the lies and teach falsehoods?"

"You got basic legends they ain't too far from it. Who picked up my classes in Durmstrang when I left...clearly they ain't doin anything."



"You may have that long, but unfortunately, I do not. Vill you share wit' me the, uh, how you say in English, downsides at my wake?"

"One day I'll explain all the downsides...though maybe you ought to have spent more time in the library." Lawrence huffed with a roll of his eyes, "Give it another hundred years and I'll get another one I'm sure."



"Ah, you should ever be so proud. Eternity and you gained not one, but two emotions?" a falsehood of an impressed expression leapt into view.

If there was ever an emotion Lawrence could match, it was grumpy. It came as easy as breathing, or so he had curated the rumours to believe. "Cold 'n' iritated, look at that, two things."



"Is zat so?" small movement carved from the Hungarian's lips. Small yet somehow deep and grouchy as if he had been woken up from a nap. "Do beings of your caliber feel anyzing?"

"S'a common misconception."



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