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Things are still strange here. Really, I'm waiting for the bomb to drop. It's coming soon, I know it. The silence can't keep up.
Tracey's mother is a muggle. The funny thing is that she confided that to me, to Draco Malfoy. Malfoy. I might not believe in servitude - my own - but I'm not Potter either. But Tracey is a friend, and I don't care as much as I should. It's strange. I promised not to tell anyone ... and I meant it.
It's almost time for another meeting with Granger. I'm all a twitter ...
Tracey's mother is a muggle. The funny thing is that she confided that to me, to Draco Malfoy. Malfoy. I might not believe in servitude - my own - but I'm not Potter either. But Tracey is a friend, and I don't care as much as I should. It's strange. I promised not to tell anyone ... and I meant it.
It's almost time for another meeting with Granger. I'm all a twitter ...