Una volta un ladro sempre un ladro.
I had thought that, with my archnemesis Thomas, Dean's untimely passing, life at Hogwarts would revert to being a bit simpler. After all, no longer must I hear uncouth shouts of "Cool" and/or "You Lothario, Zabini, Blaise!" reverberating off of the corridors. Gone should be words and noises and other assorted things that I associate with irritation.
However, I was wrong.
I was wrong about more than a few things, it seems.
I am a generous soul by nature, forgiving my friends when I think they deserve it. Unfortunately, I suspect I was too hasty in extending the proverbial olive branch this time.
Once again, I find myself to be irritated.
However, I was wrong.
I was wrong about more than a few things, it seems.
I am a generous soul by nature, forgiving my friends when I think they deserve it. Unfortunately, I suspect I was too hasty in extending the proverbial olive branch this time.
Once again, I find myself to be irritated.