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No Hogsmeade. No late quidditch practise. You can't even walk around outside without getting yelled at by that big Japanese thing or that not-quite-as-big Moody... thing. Err. I'm just trying to say this place isn't much fun lately. Loads more opportunity for good pictures inside though. I just finished a whole series of nervous seventh years chewing on the tips of their quills. I'm going to call it... NEWTS. Or maybe, Why It's Good to Be a Sixth Year. The pictures are really quite decent. Hannah said I could put them up in the art room she made for Dean on the second floor last year. The one that nobody goes into...
Taste the Stress?
Taste the Stress?