Friday, 4 December 2009

Mad-Eye Griffin

Welcome to day 4 of the Dystopian Advent Calendar. Today, it's the turn of Britain's other monocular political danger, Mad-Eye Griffin. Avada Kedavra!

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Natasha5 December 2009 at 13:59
It suits him.
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Friday, 4 December 2009

Mad-Eye Griffin

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