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Mar 31, 2006 13:00

Dreadful night. Dreadful. Sleep did not take me untill the early hours of dawn.

My head feels like it could crack open any second now. Blaise, be a doll and fetch me the calming draft. I believe Severus made some a day or two ago.

...why are there red hairs on my black Armani shirt? Weasel, watch where you're walking next time. I know your not deserved ego fills the corridors, but next time, try not to run into me. Think you can wrap your little Gryffindork mind around that? Excellent.
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