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I went down to breakfast this morning and all I wanted was hot chocolate. Do you think there was any? NO! Of course there wasn't. SOMEONE had the nerve to tell me to go down to the kitchens and ask one of the elves for it. Honestly like I would do that.
Then before class started I was trying to do some reading and Ron kept touching my leg. And giving me this ridiculous look. Isn't it obivous when I'm busy that making eyes at me and touching me all the time isn't exactly the best thing to do? Some of us care about our school work. Just because other people don't doesn't mean those prats have to ruin it for the rest of us.
When I got to class and handed in my homework someone decided it would be a good idea to ask me a few questions they were stuck on, tell me, do I have "Homework Helper" written on my forehead? I didn't think so. Is it really so hard to do your OWN work?!
After class I stopped by the infirmary for some sort of potion, and Madame Pomfrey was out. As in she had none. As in there was nothing I can even do about the headache I've got, along with everything else being in pain from my stomach to my toes. I'd like to see Madame Pomfrey attend classes while it feels like someone is ripping her insides apart. What is wrong with Wizards?! How hard is it to get some ibuprofen in this place?!
I've bloody well had it, and if one more person asks me if I'm alright I'm going to scream. I'm FINE. Leave me alone.
Then before class started I was trying to do some reading and Ron kept touching my leg. And giving me this ridiculous look. Isn't it obivous when I'm busy that making eyes at me and touching me all the time isn't exactly the best thing to do? Some of us care about our school work. Just because other people don't doesn't mean those prats have to ruin it for the rest of us.
When I got to class and handed in my homework someone decided it would be a good idea to ask me a few questions they were stuck on, tell me, do I have "Homework Helper" written on my forehead? I didn't think so. Is it really so hard to do your OWN work?!
After class I stopped by the infirmary for some sort of potion, and Madame Pomfrey was out. As in she had none. As in there was nothing I can even do about the headache I've got, along with everything else being in pain from my stomach to my toes. I'd like to see Madame Pomfrey attend classes while it feels like someone is ripping her insides apart. What is wrong with Wizards?! How hard is it to get some ibuprofen in this place?!
I've bloody well had it, and if one more person asks me if I'm alright I'm going to scream. I'm FINE. Leave me alone.