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[danger_dai]

Well look at all of you! Sad sacks, running all around these journals! It's pathetic, that's what it is. Are you all still peeved about the ball? Well get over it! It was ages ago, and it didn't turn out that badly either! And anyway, how can you complain about being bored? I've been playing football and Quidditch all the time, and it's

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[shrewd_emmy]

Well, I do hope that at least she's writing to you while she's in Italy. Has she gotten herself a journal yet? I heard it's quite nice over there in Italy this time of the year, though unlike here, where it always seems to rain.

[danger_dai]

Yeah, she said she'd write. It takes a while for mail from Italy to get to here, right?

[shrewd_emmy]

Not if she has a journal, Dai! I'm surprised she hasn't picked one up yet, for that matter, especially with her going on this trip and all. It would save on postage, for one, and she could pretty much talk to you right quick.

But, if she is relying on post, then I suppose it would take a few days before her letters from Italy would reach your home.

[danger_dai]

She doesn't like journals. She said she'd write though... you don't think she didn't get a journal on purpose, do you?

[grimfoot]

Yeah, sure. Her family.

Please. If I made goo-goo eyes she'd forget your name in about a second. Du-du-Dai.

[danger_dai]

Yeah right. She's not into scrawny blokes. No one is really...