Of all the stupid blithering useless I don't have time for this. I don't have time to play twenty fucking questions with the fucking pearls and afternoon tea set. This isn't a fucking knitting circle, I'm trying to win a fucking WAR here I don't even have time to be writing in this thing, even if there were something I could be writing that wouldn't be inappropriate in about three different ways. It was write or explode something (or someone) and wouldn't that look great on the front page of the Prophet?
A hundred people fucking died and still STILL they want me to TAKE TEA with the FUCKING LADIES Merlin give me FUCKING PATIENCE.
Right. If I've got to fucking do this, then I've got to fucking do this.