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I'm fine. Millicent's fine.
But, next time, Smith, don't send the kiddies to me. Send them to your own bloody common room. Even if they're Slytherin. I'm sure your common room could accommodate them better, because, honestly, I don't like being cried on. Or drooled. Or clung to.
Mother sent me a owl telling me that she's trying to get me out of this school. I don't fancy having to deal with all the owls that Dumbledore's getting.
But, next time, Smith, don't send the kiddies to me. Send them to your own bloody common room. Even if they're Slytherin. I'm sure your common room could accommodate them better, because, honestly, I don't like being cried on. Or drooled. Or clung to.
Mother sent me a owl telling me that she's trying to get me out of this school. I don't fancy having to deal with all the owls that Dumbledore's getting.