Feb 04, 2007 18:17
I should have known seventh year wouldn't be a simple case of doing NEWTs and getting the hell out.
In a vain attempt to soothe the rumour mill, I did not snog Malfoy (yuck) and I feel sorry for whoever did. My advice to said mystery boy is to run away and don't come back, or to simply give up because among other things, he's engaged, and I know what he does to people he supposedly likes that way. Don't go there.
To people who sneak around me in the library: don't think I can't see you. If you walk past me in plain sight I will not, contrary to apparently popular belief, jump out of my seat and curse you with unspeakable torments. And if I do, well, I can probably afford to be sued. So show yourselves, or I'll come after you to curse you with unspeakable torments. Or I would if I knew any.
To my friends... well, I'm sorry I'm not around much. To be honest I think it's best if I stay away from you for the most part, for reasons I'm sure you're aware of. I'm not fretting over you-know-what, because I went through every possible book on the subject and submitted my research to Dumbledore, who's going to do whatever he sees fit to get rid of the you-know-what, but not by himself because I was very firm on the subject. Nice to know he might actually have listened to me, for once. We have good leads on two other you-know-whats, also.