Awake.

[mortale_peccato]

I'm up.

Merry Christmas.

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[blaise_x_zabini]

Mortale, you do realise it is not Christmas Day.

[mortale_peccato]

Oh, it's not? Madame Pomfrey rather gave me the idea that it was.

Must've been the decorations she's put up. Boggles the mind.

[blaise_x_zabini]

How are you feeling mate?

[mortale_peccato]

My head's a bit sore and I think half my face is purple but Madame Pomfrey won't let me see a mirror.

What about you, Blaise?

[blaise_x_zabini]

How did all this happen to you? Do you remember?

Me? Actually apart from certain people who seem to be avoiding me at the moment, and a lack of funds, my life is splendid.

[mortale_peccato]

I'd rather not write it here. There are things that Crabbe said ...

[blaise_x_zabini]

I shall come and visit you then.