Last night was... tiring, to say the least.
I mean, come on -- it isn't every day you go out to the Whomping Willow (which, by the way, left me with a huge bruise on my arse. I'll be feeling that one for days.), into the Shrieking Shack (...never. again. George Weasley.), and straight to Hogsmeade. How am I welcomed? With a yell and a bloody shoe
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