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Generally pretty ticked.
Mentioned the Death Eater situation to Draco, and he got pretty cold and made it clear that I can never bring it up again.
I've no idea who I can talk to about this.
My father would sooner kill me off than face the fact that his son doesn't want to follow in his infernal footsteps.
Maybe I should just do it.
What do I care?
I really don't see myself living past twenty-five anyhow.
At least this way I might die doing something more exciting than waiting for a liver transplant or overdosing on cocaine.
Speaking of.
Finally got ahold of some.
Not that I've been actively pursuing it.
Just happened to bump into a lovely gentleman in London.
He even threw in plenty of weed.
Should be enough to hold me over for at least the rest of Summer.
Provided my mother doesn't steal any.
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