

You KNOW there’s a brothel that constantly brews polyjuice. Bring in a hair from the person you’re attracted to, and have sex with (someone who looks exactly like) them!
You can even obliviate the polyjuice’d person afterwards and leave no evidence behind. Consent in the wizarding world is beyond fucked.
I remember that the vice principal of our Christian high school was annoyed with us saying ‘gosh darn’, and made the mistake of telling us, “If you’re going to say ‘gosh darn’, you might as well say ‘god damn’, because that’s what you really mean, and the Lort knows your heart.”
… We all just started flat-out saying ‘god damn’ like we were told.