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In a shocking freak accident Sunday night, the manager, owner, and everyone in my place of employment was suddenly stricken by these horrible, greenish, slimy fluttering things which wouldn't quit. Panic erupted rather quickly after that, and the whole building had to be shut down indefinitely.
I love the Bat-Bogey Hex.
Once again, alas, I'm out of a job. I sent out the usual owls to Quality Quidditch Supplies, Quiddimania, Q.U.A.B.B.L.E., and Which Broomstick, but they were all returned unanswered. So I'm at the one place left which needed help...Madam Puddifoot's. I've passed up high heels for pink. Merlin. I need a real job, and soon. At least Celeste will be visiting soon, that's always fun.
George? Can you do me a big favour?
I love the Bat-Bogey Hex.
Once again, alas, I'm out of a job. I sent out the usual owls to Quality Quidditch Supplies, Quiddimania, Q.U.A.B.B.L.E., and Which Broomstick, but they were all returned unanswered. So I'm at the one place left which needed help...Madam Puddifoot's. I've passed up high heels for pink. Merlin. I need a real job, and soon. At least Celeste will be visiting soon, that's always fun.
George? Can you do me a big favour?