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THE BED IS ASSEMBLED. It's this nice big bastion of hygiene with its four feet each in its own cup of poison. I'm dying to climb on it, but am holding back until I'm wearing thoroughly washed in the hottest water possible clothes. No eggs will get on this bed, no, and the area of CLEAN AND SAFE will spread across my room until I have no more worries. Today, I start the momentous project of washing every damn thing I own, except the sheets, which are new.
I've been understanding Professor Snape a little more, and how he's able to do what he does--the thing is, we don't hear a lot about his childhood, but I'm pretty sure he had to cut some bits of himself out, emotionally, in order to survive his family situation, and they never grew back. I kind of wish I could walk into the HP novels and give him a big hug.
I've been understanding Professor Snape a little more, and how he's able to do what he does--the thing is, we don't hear a lot about his childhood, but I'm pretty sure he had to cut some bits of himself out, emotionally, in order to survive his family situation, and they never grew back. I kind of wish I could walk into the HP novels and give him a big hug.