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Oh....bollocks.
I just woke in some dark recess of the library, apparently having slept through Potions and Charms. The three feet of parchment I'd been labouring on is now useless, both due to tardiness and the fact that most of the ink has transferred itself to my face as I slept facedown on it. Oh gods, I tried to scourgify the ink from my face, but my wand must have gotten coated in something in my bag (the hellebore powder maybe?), because there was an odd flash and now all my freckles are on one side of my face! Half of me looks like it got a facefull of dragon's breath, and the other half is pale as death.
Could O.W.L. year possibly become more ridiculous?
If anyone knows of a remedy for this, I'll be hiding in the east wing of the library. Um...hurry?
I just woke in some dark recess of the library, apparently having slept through Potions and Charms. The three feet of parchment I'd been labouring on is now useless, both due to tardiness and the fact that most of the ink has transferred itself to my face as I slept facedown on it. Oh gods, I tried to scourgify the ink from my face, but my wand must have gotten coated in something in my bag (the hellebore powder maybe?), because there was an odd flash and now all my freckles are on one side of my face! Half of me looks like it got a facefull of dragon's breath, and the other half is pale as death.
Could O.W.L. year possibly become more ridiculous?
If anyone knows of a remedy for this, I'll be hiding in the east wing of the library. Um...hurry?