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I have recovered from the Plague Awful Sickness. Thank Merlin, I didn't think I could go another day having people tell me I've got a rather big love bite on my face, and why on your face, Parkinson; I would have thought it would have been somewhere more discreet, har har, yar, know what I mean?
Har har, yes, you silly boys, I know what you mean, so the next time you go hitting on a girl don't do it in front of the entire student body during mealtimes. I mean, wouldn't you want to feel her up somewhere more discreet? It would certainly make sense to me.
So anyway, now Draco's on leave to France, which I say he really needs, Daphne is...er...brooding in bed still--I shan't go near her, she's still got a bit of the Awful Sickness--and I am...alone. Oh joy. Well, I suppose I'll go walk Cornelia. God, has it really come to this?
Har har, yes, you silly boys, I know what you mean, so the next time you go hitting on a girl don't do it in front of the entire student body during mealtimes. I mean, wouldn't you want to feel her up somewhere more discreet? It would certainly make sense to me.
So anyway, now Draco's on leave to France, which I say he really needs, Daphne is...er...brooding in bed still--I shan't go near her, she's still got a bit of the Awful Sickness--and I am...alone. Oh joy. Well, I suppose I'll go walk Cornelia. God, has it really come to this?