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im signing every ban otter snow petition and im signing hers and giving her a peice of my mind(ok its a tiny bit larger than a piece lol) and I suggest every one else does the same PROUD harry potter fanatic PROUDER mugglenet member PROUDEST laura mallory/otter snow H8ER Luv Potter Luv Hogwarts Luv Gryffindor PeAcE

I support this petition. otter snow is a retard and shud crawl bak into the vodka bottle she came frm. that is, if she hasnt admitted defeat and given up on her pointless petitions. that bitch hasnt signed any of her own petitions l8ly, or signed any of ours telling us wat fuckwits we r. WOOOOOOO COMMON SENSE HAS PREVAILED!!!

otter snow, you are so stupid. it's a damn fictional book with fictional characters. you have what i would call an unusual obsession. WITH FICTIONAL CHARACTERS. Why don't you do something worthwhile with your life instead of petitioning for two made-up characters to get together? like get a life? shut down otter snow!!

LOL! XD i luve waffles. i luve dem good.

HEY ALL YOU GUYS! i'm a stupid hooker come visit my corner! ;)

Whoever made that last comment, shut up and stop impersonating me. You suck. LOSERS DEAL WITH IT I AM AN ASS

I hope JKR sees Snowy's petition one day. With all the Potter haters out there, I'm sure she can use the laughs.

I support this petition. LONG LIVE BOOK 7!!!

Eat shit, snowman. If you can't tell that was just a no-life impersonator, then you obviously suck your own balls for breakfast. LOSERS DEAL WITH IT BAN BOOK 7

That's a great idea for once, snowy.

Fine. Kill me. But first, a few last words... I admit that i am a bitch and am way overreacting to the romance in HBP. So just let me crawl back under the rock I came out from and mutilate myself there, OK?

Ah, yet another no-life impersonator. As Ernie Ball once said, "Go fuck yerself, moron!" LOSERS DEAL WITH IT BAN BOOK 7

YES! SHUT ME DOWN!! I AM A FAT BITCH!

Kindly leave this petition, jane. No one wants you here. LOSERS DEAL WITH IT BAN BOOK 7

wow, this is the first time i've seen someone refer to otter snow as a girl. the other times ive seen it, she was referred to a 'he'. but off topic. anywho. this person, needs to get a life, and possibly a clue. to insult anyone who makes a crack about him, her, it whatever is ridiculous and pathetic. it just shows that they dont have any self esteem and need to insult others to get some. *rolls eyes* i'm done ranting now.

So bored 2 death - are you dead yet? Or is that just wishful thinking on my part?

YES! BAN OTTER SNOW! She not only makes pointless petitions, but she insults almost everybody who makes a crack about her! She also can't think of her own insults, because as I read some of her comments back to people, I realized she stole the same insults off a few of the signatures! She took one of mine previously, and it actually made me laugh!(I bet she'll make a crack about me on this petition once she reads this!) SUPPORT BOOK 7!

Pete’s eyes snapped open and darted around the darkness-filled bedroom. Everything seemed to be in its usual place—the antique mirror still hung stiffly on the wall, the clothes he had been wearing that day were still tossed onto the large armchair in the corner. And the numbers on his digital alarm clock duly changed to 11:58. The door was still ajar as he had left it and the French style balcony doors remained latched. But still, the faint sounds that had interrupted his slumber were going on imprudently. Pete sat up in bed. He listened intently to discern what he was hearing. But it made no difference; the sounds had been unrecognizable and had been disturbing him for nearly four nights. He wasn’t quite sure where these noises were coming from but he knew now that they were coming from inside the house. Intruders were out of the question since they lived on sixty acres of land in the middle of nowhere. The nearest structure other than their glorious mansion, their stable, their tool shed, and their wind mill, through which they generated their own electricity, was hundreds of miles away. But deep down, Pete was afraid that he really did know where those noises were coming from…the cellar. Tonight he would solve this mystery. Pete slipped out of bed carefully, so as not to wake Agnes. She hadn’t been hearing any of the things Pete had but she was concerned that he hadn’t been getting any sleep lately. “Pete, are you okay?” Agnes’s tired voice startled Pete nearly out of his mind. After his breathing had returned to normal and his flushed face stopped tingling, he answered. “Yeah, I’m okay; just going to the bathroom. You go on back to sleep now.” Swallowing hard, Pete hoped that his wife would take his advice. He didn’t want her following him down to the cellar. “Is it the noises again?” Agnes asked, yawning and sitting up. Pete sighed heavily and waved his hand at her, signaling for her to lie down. In an instant, he disappeared behind the door into the