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First day of classes at the Ministry is over. And has been for a while, actually, but life doesn't like to make things easy for me.
Muggle Studies isn't, actually, all that bad. I suppose. I mean, it is rather interesting to see how the hell Muggles function without magic. Bizarre, some of it. I mean, aeroplanes? Look devilishly unsafe, don't they? Just bits of tin stuck together and thrown into the air. Though I suppose they're working alright.
I've been packing up the manor. Family heirlooms, trinkets, some things that belonged to my mother, et cetera. The trunk in Lucius' study tried to eat me, until I threatened to chop it up into firewood, bloody fucking thing.
Just five days until I leave this bloody house for good. Five whole fucking days, I'm going mad.
Muggle Studies isn't, actually, all that bad. I suppose. I mean, it is rather interesting to see how the hell Muggles function without magic. Bizarre, some of it. I mean, aeroplanes? Look devilishly unsafe, don't they? Just bits of tin stuck together and thrown into the air. Though I suppose they're working alright.
I've been packing up the manor. Family heirlooms, trinkets, some things that belonged to my mother, et cetera. The trunk in Lucius' study tried to eat me, until I threatened to chop it up into firewood, bloody fucking thing.
Just five days until I leave this bloody house for good. Five whole fucking days, I'm going mad.