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| 12-29-09. |
[November 28] |
[HEXED PRIVATE TO MATT & PETER]
I feel relieved. Why do I feel relieved? I'm just going to sleep until you two come back.
[END HEX]
Staying at Hogwarts was a mistake.
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| WEDNESDAY, 12 DECEMBER, 2022. |
[November 11] |
I threw up into one of those potted plants in the Slytherin common room earlier today.
That is all.
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| SATURDAY, 24 NOVEMBER, 2022. |
[October 24] |
TO THE THIEF WHO STOLE MY COPY OF QUIDDITCH ILLUSTRATED: BRING IT BACK PROMPTLY OR I WILL SLIT YOUR THROAT.
Really, though. It had that little card in it that needs to be owled to order next year's subscription, since this year's is almost up. I don't want to have to owl the magazine and correspond with some retarded sales bitch, because that's just a waste of my ink and parchment.
Oh, and not to brag, but I told you so. Brilliantly played, Call, Eddie, Pete, Dani, and of course, Scorpius.
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| FRIDAY, 19 OCTOBER, 2022. |
[September 18] |
Last time I checked, the exciting thing about Halloween at Hogwarts was the fucking smorgasbord of food we get for dinner, not some ruddy ball. Someone ought to go as Lord Voldemort, though. Or Ogden. Same thing, really.
I'm spending that whole Saturday on the pitch, not spinning in circles in some retarded costume.
( HEXED PRIVATE TO PETER )
( HEXED PRIVATE TO LYNNE )
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| THURSDAY, 10 OCTOBER 2022. |
[September 10] |
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You're all fucking off it. I'm packing my brand new clothes and moving...as soon as I get rid of this sodding cough. Feels like someone's lit my poor lungs on fire.
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| THURSDAY, 27 AUGUST 2022. |
[August 27] |
I suggest everyone start sending howlers to each other. Apparently it's a more convenient way to have a conversation with someone who's only located about a two minute walk from you.
And dear sister of mine? Go ahead and owl him. I'll just tell him it was your doing.
( HEXED PRIVATE TO LYNNE )
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| SUNDAY, 1 SEPTEMBER 2022. |
[August 02] |
( HEXED PRIVATE, READABLE BY JASON, LIAM, MATT, AND PETER. )( HEXED TO VERONICA. )The world is filled with prats. Rules are the prats' way of coping with a rather pathetic fear of anarchy. "You have all these rules, and you think they'll save you." Who said that? I don't remember. I'm too tired and angry. Which, for some reason, I associate with sex. But not this time. Unfortunately there was no sex.
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