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My, my, you certainly all are a busy lot these days. Hooch is being followed around by a strange little ape-man whom I am given to understand is somehow genetically connected to her, a revelation I find somewhat disturbing. Ronald Weasley is still an idiot, and Finnigan's girlish charm continues to endear him to all he meets. And while innocently perusing the journals, as I have been so gently reminded by our august headmaster to do, I ran across a thread in which Harry Potter discusses sex that made me want to remove my brain from my skull and scrub it clean with copper wool. A cleansing charm would not be enough, one suspects. I am not paid enough for this. Minerva, do try to keep your students' hormones from actually sloshing out of their ears, won't you? It would be a kindness.