The other day, I smuggled a mouse away from the Charms classroom. They're very sweet, and I was considering having it as a pet. Unfortunately, when I woke up this morning,
Greg was on his perch, and looking rather smug. The poor mouse was nowhere to be found.
Ironic, that I didn't see that coming.
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Well, it's official: I'm not hunting in the Forest anymore. It absolutely reeks of wolves, and not just the ones that Muggles are used to. Also, the centaurs smell surprisingly good, and I don't want to end up taking one of those out. Not only are they vengeful, they're half-human.
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