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I woke up next to Potter and I was not repulsed. Hmm.
... Okay, perhaps a bit repulsed. I think he drooled in my hair. But over all, it wasn't dreadful. He's more... pointy than Zacharias, all elbows and ribs. I'm rather lucky I didn't lose an eye, come to think of it. Doesn't Potter bother to eat? Then again, I suppose when you're the saviour of the wizarding world, you don't need to bother about such things as looking like a crudely drawn stick figure. Pity, he's got the potential to look rather Not that I care, of course.
I must have grabbed the wrong shirt on my way out this morning, though. As I know for a fact that there has never been a single article of red clothing in any of my wardrobes.
You may all stop fretting about my wretched sleeping arrangements -- I have found a bed that is not all together unacceptable. It should suffice until I'm allowed to return to my own dorm.
While I'm on the topic of wretched things, Crabbe and Goyle, I've been informed the Gryffindors are passing around a petition to forcibly remove you from their common room if you don't shower soon. Please be so kind as to bathe and save me the hassle of having to deal with them. I'll let you select a first year to maul as soon as I see you sufficiently clean.
Potter, I have your shirt. Would you like it back or should I keep it as a memento? And I'm using your bed again tonight. I'll be up around eleven.
I'd like to talk to the seventh year Slytherins, as soon as possible. Indivually or in a group, I don't care which. I may have a bit of news.
... Okay, perhaps a bit repulsed. I think he drooled in my hair. But over all, it wasn't dreadful. He's more... pointy than Zacharias, all elbows and ribs. I'm rather lucky I didn't lose an eye, come to think of it. Doesn't Potter bother to eat? Then again, I suppose when you're the saviour of the wizarding world, you don't need to bother about such things as looking like a crudely drawn stick figure. Pity, he's got the potential to look rather Not that I care, of course.
I must have grabbed the wrong shirt on my way out this morning, though. As I know for a fact that there has never been a single article of red clothing in any of my wardrobes.
You may all stop fretting about my wretched sleeping arrangements -- I have found a bed that is not all together unacceptable. It should suffice until I'm allowed to return to my own dorm.
While I'm on the topic of wretched things, Crabbe and Goyle, I've been informed the Gryffindors are passing around a petition to forcibly remove you from their common room if you don't shower soon. Please be so kind as to bathe and save me the hassle of having to deal with them. I'll let you select a first year to maul as soon as I see you sufficiently clean.
Potter, I have your shirt. Would you like it back or should I keep it as a memento? And I'm using your bed again tonight. I'll be up around eleven.
I'd like to talk to the seventh year Slytherins, as soon as possible. Indivually or in a group, I don't care which. I may have a bit of news.