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Jul 10, 2006 22:07

Dances.

Waste of time. Boring. A place to watch overly made up witches strut around in front of wizards. Like some sort of obscene mating ritual.

And I've already been written to by my father, who informs me that I am to go to this dance.

Tracey, I know you're going--want to go in a group with me? I'd invite Pansy, but she's going with Blaise.
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