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My God, I forgot how tedious the weekend comes to be at Hogwarts. Of course, my boredom could be due to lack of social activity. I know, I know. How is it that Fletcher, that social butterfly, that king of popularity, how does he manage to stay cooped up all weekend? The answer: very easily. I was hoping the pitchforks and torches would be put away by now, but I can't say I'm not surprised. Or offended. Who can blame them? I guess I'll just sit up here until we achieve world peace, or everyone's memories are wiped. Or I die. Whichever comes first.