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[mrzsmith]

Here, I'm writing in the damn thing. Happy now, Susan?

Bloody interfering wench. Serve you right if you get some sort of disfiguring illness from a first-year touching you.

Syphilus?

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[notbloodymorgan]

Have we another moody one on our hands?

[mrzsmith]

Irritated, not moody.

[notbloodymorgan]

By what, might I ask?

[mrzsmith]

Susan threatening to hex me, at the moment.

[notbloodymorgan]

She does that quite often. It must be her 'tick'.

[mrzsmith]

Something like that, yes.

It's her small insect that sucks blood?

[notbloodymorgan]

No, that's a 'tic'. I meant, a tick. Not sure where I picked that phrase up. Most probably one of my bloody brothers... you know, something someone does kind of... subconciously. Like... me and talking about sex too much. I don't mean to, honest.

I apologize, I read through your scribblings. Bad habit of mine. Next time try scratching a sufficient hole through the paper, it usually works for the purpose of disguising words.

[mrzsmith]

...right.

It's not like it was particularly secret scribbling, anyway.

[notbloodymorgan]

Yeah, but... I still felt a little tinge of guilt.

Do you understand?

[mrzsmith]

Sure. Don't worry about it.

[notbloodymorgan]

Well I'm not worried, exactly. But what kind of impression does that give? Course it doesn't help that I'm in Ravenclaw, you already thought that I was a know-it-all, I'm sure.

Well, I'm not. Exactly. Ever. Urm... I'm Morag.

[mrzsmith]

Yes, I figured.

Smart doesn't always equal know-it-all, you know.

[notbloodymorgan]

You figured? Why is that?

I keep trying to bloody tell people that but they're all billowing idiots and make ridiculous assumptions.

[mrzsmith]

I figured you were Morag, I meant. I'm not sure whether you were saying you're Morag instead of a know-it-all, or just that you're Morag.

Billowing idiots? Sounds messy.

[notbloodymorgan]

I thought you were saying that you figured I was Morag because you'd heard something terribly awful about my reputation as a Russian midwife... I wasn't sure, though.

Messy? Quite so. I walk out of the common room and as soon as my foot touches tainted ground, I swear, there are explosive billowing idiots all around me. Usually I get along with them by grunting. They either take it as a compliment or sexually... either way.

[mrzsmith]

I haven't heard anything about your reputation as a Russian midwife, actually. Scandalous.

They take grunting as something sexual?