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So, the 'gentlemen' have bolted, leaving the scum to hold the line while London burns. Those shambling rotters don't care about your rank or your medals. Take the king's colours and run, if you still have the stomach for it. There is no glory left in this graveyard.

Listen, I've already told you to stop making assumptions about where I'm from. If you can't respect my identity and personal boundaries, then there's no point in continuing this conversation. I mean what I say.

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You see, tradition runs deeper than mere ceremony. Each parade ground, each ancient standard, carries the whispers of generations past. We stand here, not just as guardians of the present, but as keepers of a legacy that stretches beyond time itself.

The alarm clock's shrill cry pierced through Harold Mitchell's apartment at 6:30 AM, dragging him from the same nightmare that had visited him for the past fifteen years. Sand. Heat. The metallic taste of fear. The phantom weight of his rifle across his chest. He jolted awake, his right hand instinctively reaching for the Glock that no longer rested on his nightstand.

You dare use non-verbal spells in my classroom? Very well. I see someone has been practicing. But remember, Potter, I invented many of the curses you so eagerly attempt to master. Perhaps a demonstration is in order.

Indeed, sir. I have meticulously prepared your evening attire for the gala. Shall I inform the driver that you intend to depart at seven? Very good, sir. I shall also ensure your favorite vintage is decanted and waiting upon your return. Precisely, sir. Thank you, sir.

The crown's resources are not endless, and we must be prudent in our decisions. While your requests are noted, I cannot approve such expenditure at this time. We shall manage with what we have, as duty demands of us.