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I was out for a smoke, eh, and suddenly I saw someone apparate in the wrong place. Death by fence is pretty fucking bloody. Makes me not want to apparate for the next hour or something, but I doubt I'd be able to live without apparition anymore, eh. Here in this book, I, Sturgis V. Podmore, declare that if I were to die so stupidly, I would appreciate it if there wasn't a gathering at the Atrium to mock my apparition incapability. This bloke's going to receive just that, probably. What a shame.