Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I AM NOT jo delke.
Hacker, you are awesome. Teleport over to us so we can throw you a party. Right now. Um... In the middle of math class, but that's ok.
Woot. The hacker returns.
A/N: Greetings, once again. I really thought I was blocked out for good. I tried for an hour to guess her password (not much life here),
Uh, about as much as ours.
Worth it.
and finally I decided enough. I tried one more time, and got it!
What to take away from this: hacking requires an hour of your time, a lot of luck, and a badfic writer with an apparently obvious password.
Poor jo bekle. I felt kind of sorry for her.
Don't.
Then I saw something about someone committing suicide when they read this! I don't know if it's true, but if it is, that's pretty sad! Anyway…
Dear jo bekel,
I hate you, It doesn't matter if I'm gay, black, or Northern!
Or practically anything else. I think the whole world's population deserves to hate her.
I hate you,
Your Hacker
Ah, I love this hacker.
He/she is pretty awesome.
They, my friend. The pronoun you are looking for is "They". Or ze/zir.