The North will remember, she thought, and they’ll have all your skins.

And the timbers groaned
Now the wolves lie below
Oh, the King in the North, if he’d known
How a red wedding goes

And the timbers groan
But the North waits; they know
That one day the blood they ared owed
Will run ‘neath their soles

Paola Bennet - Timbers & Wind

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Relevant QC.

Real smart.

We had the talk about "where do you see this going" and, well, 50 points to Hufflepuff because he brought it up first. And I hope that I'm not rebounding, and that it's not just because he spent a load of time being single. But that doesn't really matter, because the answer was "nowhere."