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Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

“You step into the Road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to.”

“Hobbits!’ he thought. ‘Well, what next? I have heard of strange doings in this land, but I have seldom heard of a hobbit sleeping out of doors under a tree. Three of them! There’s something mighty queer behind this.’ He was quite right, but he never found out any more about it.” 

The blood masked the worst of his scars, but his eyes were white and wide and terrifying. The burnt corner of his mouth twitched and twitched again. Sansa could smell him; a stink of sweat and sour wine and stale vomit, and over it all the reek of blood, blood, blood. “I could keep you safe,” he rasped. “They’re all afraid of me. No one would hurt you again, or I’d kill them.” 

After all this time?                              Always.

— Murray, one small thing. When you bring me out, can you introduce me as Joker? — What’s wrong with your real name? — That’s what you called me on the show, A JOKER.

Absolute Units!

Fafnir - Reginn - Otr

                       The longer you wait to tell him his true nature, the more damage you do.                                    He will resent you, and you may lose him forever.

He looked kinda mad for a moment there.. Ah. That. He thought I said you were friends with Odin.