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Report as of three days into summer hols:
Currently, I am lying in my room. In not long, I plan to go and find something to eat, or perhaps a book, or going out for a cigarette. My tape player is dying again, and I'm becoming quite fond of the lack of structure away from school. Which makes sense
Martha has already begun to offer me exorberant sums of cash (which she is not in actual posession of) in return for me tormenting small lab animals. I have my limits, however. Five quid to poke a rabbit with a biro is one thing (though I did not and will not do it), but I am not about to release mice to frolic in the streets of Newcastle, even if she did have the money to follow up on her promised bribes. Also, I have not yet started helping my mother out in the lab, and hopefully will spend this summer avoiding exactly that possibility, which somewhat cuts down on my access to small animals in any way, shape or form.
I'm also desperately looking forward to getting out of this place. I always wanted to go abroad, but somehow never actually believed it would happen. At least, not until I had learned to Apparate. And maybe not even then. I knew I wouldn't live and die in Newcastle, but the idea was there, somewhere. And I'm looking forward to Ibiza, which should be wonderful. I hope.
Currently, I am lying in my room. In not long, I plan to go and find something to eat, or perhaps a book, or going out for a cigarette. My tape player is dying again, and I'm becoming quite fond of the lack of structure away from school. Which makes sense
Martha has already begun to offer me exorberant sums of cash (which she is not in actual posession of) in return for me tormenting small lab animals. I have my limits, however. Five quid to poke a rabbit with a biro is one thing (though I did not and will not do it), but I am not about to release mice to frolic in the streets of Newcastle, even if she did have the money to follow up on her promised bribes. Also, I have not yet started helping my mother out in the lab, and hopefully will spend this summer avoiding exactly that possibility, which somewhat cuts down on my access to small animals in any way, shape or form.
I'm also desperately looking forward to getting out of this place. I always wanted to go abroad, but somehow never actually believed it would happen. At least, not until I had learned to Apparate. And maybe not even then. I knew I wouldn't live and die in Newcastle, but the idea was there, somewhere. And I'm looking forward to Ibiza, which should be wonderful. I hope.