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Save for the terrible commentary, a few minor injuries, and the occasional mishap, the Quidditch game could not have gone better. Although Ravenclaw played admirably, we still beat them 290 to 160. This also puts Slytherin in first place point-wise; Gryffindor has no chance on Friday.

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For some reason I cannot remember making my Prefect rounds last night. Did that potion have a memory-erasing after effect? Oh god, did Bonnefoy do something else? Raivis? Do you know anything about this? My jaw still hurts.

Ah, yes. And if anyone needs assistance with Transfiguration as I heard there is an upcoming test later this week for years 1- ( Read more... )

Raivis,

I could really use some company this evening during my corridor patrol...
Would you mind?


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Raivis, Professor Bonnefoy, and Alfred. What More Reasons do I need to Hate Potions?

I am starting to think that all of these unfortunate coincidences require me to pay a visit to Professor Bonnefoy tomorrow.

And to whichever Hufflepuff thought it necessary to turn our entire common room pink, I suggest you make yourself known before I interrogate ( Read more... )

Zhi, whatever poor thing I have ever said about or done to you, I take it back. Forty points is almost entirely worth it.

Alfred F. Jones, I am going to kill you. And that's the truth.

[An owl, brown in color with white chest-feathers deposits a tiny red envelope into the porridge of Alfred F. Jones at the Gryffindor table. If he is so foolish as to ignore it - worry not - there is a spell on it that reacts to his fingerprints! The moment Alfred touches it, the letter springs to life and folds itself into an origami mouth]


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