Since his arrival in Baedal, Dolohov hasn't seen his sober side. He's kept himself pretty well lubricated, and right now is no different. Though he isn't participating in the games (certainly not at the risk of parting with the money he has), he's watching them with undisguised interest and thinking to himself that Muggles will do anything for a the brief sensation of success.
Even kiss a fish.
After a momentary lapse in his train of thought, he returns the conversation with his companion, slinging an arm around their shoulders. "Where was I? Oh, that's it - well, he was heartbroken, of course, but it's not as though he didn't see it coming, the poor bastard. Well, we got together and decided what he needed was a new romance. And of course, he refused, obstinate git that he was. So, we took out an advertisement in the Prophet for him. 'One Hogwarts alumnus, for sale as-is to willing witch, age 17 to 90, three galleons.'"
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Even kiss a fish.
After a momentary lapse in his train of thought, he returns the conversation with his companion, slinging an arm around their shoulders. "Where was I? Oh, that's it - well, he was heartbroken, of course, but it's not as though he didn't see it coming, the poor bastard. Well, we got together and decided what he needed was a new romance. And of course, he refused, obstinate git that he was. So, we took out an advertisement in the Prophet for him. 'One Hogwarts alumnus, for sale as-is to willing witch, age 17 to 90, three galleons.'"
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