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At least that Bludger-dodging practise got us somewhere. I think we did pretty damn good getting ahead of their Beaters. Too bad about the Snitch, but before that ... kicking their arses, we were. Top-notch coaching from Dunstan, at least, no complaints there.
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Sure, I'll see you then?
Er. By the way. What prompted the change in your clothes? I don't remember you uh. Dressing like that before. Unless I really haven't been paying attention the past few months.
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Good lord, she looks like she got lost in Miles's closet, if there were closets for clothes here ... I guess that's not the sort of thing I should be saying to her, though Funny thing is, that's not the only change I've seen in her over the past few months. Well, I know there was that thing with the Ministry, and if my relatives were as awful as hers are, I'd act strangely too, but ... first the hiding and now I don't know how to act around the girl, which is ridiculous because she's one of my best friends, and a bloody good one for being a girl and a Hufflepuff and all of that. Wish someone would just tell me what to do, I'm no good at this shite.
Focus, Smith, focus. Can't believe I'm talking about things like Quidditch and -- girls. Stupid. The newspapers are getting both more and less vague about this Ireland business every day. Less because it's being talked about and more because none of the articles really say a damn thing at all. And I've not talked to Potter since that pointless little exchange a few months earlier, not that, as he proved, he'd be willing to tell me what he knows anyway. And my brother was doing some research on the properties of some Irish swamp plant or something, so I wrote him (first and last time, my owl came back smelling like a sewer), but even he couldn't say much ... just that he had to leave the area because there were strange noises and lights every night. Which could just be Muggles doing ... I don't know, whatever Muggles do. But he was doing his research in a town not ten miles from the last attack. So.
Sick of not knowing anything, losing at Quidditch ... nothing's really changed in the past few months. But at the same time, things have. I don't like any of this.
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Sure, I'll see you then?
Er. By the way. What prompted the change in your clothes? I don't remember you uh. Dressing like that before. Unless I really haven't been paying attention the past few months.
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Good lord, she looks like she got lost in Miles's closet, if there were closets for clothes here ... I guess that's not the sort of thing I should be saying to her, though Funny thing is, that's not the only change I've seen in her over the past few months. Well, I know there was that thing with the Ministry, and if my relatives were as awful as hers are, I'd act strangely too, but ... first the hiding and now I don't know how to act around the girl, which is ridiculous because she's one of my best friends, and a bloody good one for being a girl and a Hufflepuff and all of that. Wish someone would just tell me what to do, I'm no good at this shite.
Focus, Smith, focus. Can't believe I'm talking about things like Quidditch and -- girls. Stupid. The newspapers are getting both more and less vague about this Ireland business every day. Less because it's being talked about and more because none of the articles really say a damn thing at all. And I've not talked to Potter since that pointless little exchange a few months earlier, not that, as he proved, he'd be willing to tell me what he knows anyway. And my brother was doing some research on the properties of some Irish swamp plant or something, so I wrote him (first and last time, my owl came back smelling like a sewer), but even he couldn't say much ... just that he had to leave the area because there were strange noises and lights every night. Which could just be Muggles doing ... I don't know, whatever Muggles do. But he was doing his research in a town not ten miles from the last attack. So.
Sick of not knowing anything, losing at Quidditch ... nothing's really changed in the past few months. But at the same time, things have. I don't like any of this.
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