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So Christmas is drawing closer and closer. Madam Pince has, believe it or not, put up a Christmas tree in the library. She asked me to help decorate and I obliged. The library now has a sort of Valentines/Christmas thing going on. Slightly weird, yes, but it works. But I've found that the massive amount of pink, green and red is a little distracting, so I decided to leave the library for a while.
So I left, and the very first thing I do is run into Romilda. Who then proceeds to lecture me on how I should 'get back' with Ron. Do you all really think it's that easy? If it were, don't you think I would of done it long ago?
Well, that aside, I'm glad to see that Susan and Romilda have both found beautiful dresses for the Christmas Ball. They're very pretty, I mean it. I'm not completely sure if I'm going. But if anyone wants to know, my cousin has millions of party dresses that she never uses. I have pictures of three, if there's any interest.
And uh... I guess this sounds pathetic but... Well, I might go back to the library.
Editing to say/type: I was just asked to the Ball. By Michael... uh, what's his last name? The giant, thick, troll-like one. 6th year? I can't remember. I was a little shellshocked. Still am. I mean, did he seriously believe I would say yes? Perhaps I'm a little more popular than I though I was.
So I left, and the very first thing I do is run into Romilda. Who then proceeds to lecture me on how I should 'get back' with Ron. Do you all really think it's that easy? If it were, don't you think I would of done it long ago?
Well, that aside, I'm glad to see that Susan and Romilda have both found beautiful dresses for the Christmas Ball. They're very pretty, I mean it. I'm not completely sure if I'm going. But if anyone wants to know, my cousin has millions of party dresses that she never uses. I have pictures of three, if there's any interest.
And uh... I guess this sounds pathetic but... Well, I might go back to the library.
Editing to say/type: I was just asked to the Ball. By Michael... uh, what's his last name? The giant, thick, troll-like one. 6th year? I can't remember. I was a little shellshocked. Still am. I mean, did he seriously believe I would say yes? Perhaps I'm a little more popular than I though I was.