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[fiction__]

This is depressing. The first time in my life that I've ever actually wanted to be social, and I choose a Tuesday night when Theodore is drunk, Gabriel is cuddling and making disgusting cooing noises at his Hufflepuff, Morag is studying with some Gryffindor, and Merlin knows where Pansy is. Probably blowing Adam Worthington. (Private note to self:

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[nott_expected]

Quentin Derek.

I am not drunk.

Theodore Nott.

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Of course not.
It looks as if you wrote Quertir Denek.

-Quertir.

[nott_expected]

I'm not fucking drunk.

My handwriting is immaculate. Leave it alone.

Theodore

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I will. Ard you'ne night. Youn hardwnitirg is spectaculan.

-Quertir.

[nott_expected]

I'm not writing anymore.

Theodore