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I could simply choose to post this with no words because it seems to speak for itself. Mr Macmillan, I am not your condiment depository. 2 points from Hufflepuff for your nauseating essay of supremely poor bluffing.
Once again I find myself making the mistake of attending the Malfoys' Hallowe'en gala. Why I have not learnt my lesson after the time Lucius decked the entirety of Malfoy Manor out in blood red for the occasion nine years ago I do not know. Had there been a murder the body would never have been discovered as it would have blended into the walls.
Once again I find myself with the pleasure of missing out on Hogwarts' Hallowe'en ball. I myself shall be spending Hallowe'en evening carving Snape shaped voodoo dolls out of potatoes and forcing them to dance in amusing and whimsical ways. Unless I decide to sleep instead.