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Fuck, I can't stand it here. There's noone here, noone like me. Hell barely anyone speaks any fucking English! Shite, I can't do this. I can't be here anymore. The work is fucking hard as hell and the only up side is that they teach dark arts, even if it is small, pansy crap. I've been lucky, stayed out of trouble. I've heard some of the screams of those unfortunate enough to meet the cane.
And my brother. Bloody fucking hell. He's a fucking pansy! He's an arsefucker! A poofter... a queer... my brother. I've spent days wallowing over that, trying to convince myself that it was a dream but nothing works.
I need to be smart. No more of this irrational bullshite.
Hey, I was wondering if we could talk. I'm ummm... sor sorry. I'm sorry, I've been an arse. We need to talk.
Headmaster,
Sir, I'm writing from Durmstrange Academy. I've been studying here and have been maintaning my grades well. I want to apologise for any of my past actions, I know that a simple apology will not suffice but I have to try. Sir, I can't stand it here. I'm terribly away from my family and I know noone. Everyone here is dark, gloomy, as if they have secrets hidden and are daring you to ask. I don't want to ask, I don't want to know. I'm asking you, sir, to allow me back in Hogwarts. I will do anything you think necessary. I can promise that I've changed. This place has opened my eyes to many things and I won't likely forget any of it. Please sir, take this into consideration. I will do anything.
Rabastan Lestrange