AN' JUST HOW DO YEH LOT KNOW SHE'S THE REAL J.K. ROWLING, EH?!

DID YEH EVER THINK THAT MAYBE IT WAS A DEATH EATER OR SOME BLOODY YOUNG'UN USIN' POLYJUICE POTION?! EH?!

I'D KEEP YER EYES OPEN IF I WERE YEH LOT. IF YER NOT BLOODY CONSTANT VIGILANT EVERY BLOODY MOMEN', THE IMPOSTER MIGHT COME AND CURSE YER BLOODY BUTTOCKS OFF.

O.X!!!

Bloody new Order recruits. Menace, the lot o' them. Can' follow direction worth three sickles.

Black, yeh'll be reportin' to me tomorrow mornin'. Don' let me hear any bloody excuses.

I'm lettin' yeh have a whole bloody week off fer yer weddin' to Lupin, so don' come cryin' to me.

What's a good weddin' gift, then, eh? I sent yeh both sneakoscopes and foe glasses fer the last two Christmases. An' I gave Black books on defense and protection fer his bloody birthday, although I know fer a bloody fact that he hasn' touched 'em since he got them.

Potter senior, what is this abou' gettin' dreams and visions? Are yeh practicin' Occlumency? Maybe it's the bloody Dark Lord trying to get into yer mind. I don' know why everyone believes it's all right to rest and relax since he's in another dimension. YEH NEED TO STAY BLOODY CONSTANT VIGILANT ALL THE BLOODY TIME.

I see Fudge got rid of his journal. About time. Bloody idiot.

This drawin’ was owled to me earlier.

[[OOC: Fanart from here. And yes, that is actually fanart of Moody's eye. XD]]

I think it was meant as some type of threat.

Bastards.

Jus’ when yeh think a bloody flask and a magical bloody eye is enough.

THEY’RE WATCHIN’ YEH! THEY’RE ALWAYS WATCHIN’ YEH!

O.X!!!

Black. Yeh haven’ reported to me in two bloody weeks. Get yer arse over here before I decide to donate yer buttocks to St. Mungo’s. Not even Lupin will be able to stop me, aye.

Potter sr. Yer a bloody fuckin’ idiot.

Evans. Yeh knew he was a bloody fuckin’ idiot when yeh married him. Yeh need to bloody stop runnin’ away and come back and beat some bloody sense into yer husband.