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Potions. Defence Against the Dark Arts. Transfiguration. Charms. Care of Magical Creatures.
Not that anyone cares.
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Shit. This year will not work out well. I don't know what I'm going to do when I leave. I can't picture myself marrying whatever man Mother chooses and becoming some sort of a domestic goddess. Following their tradition. Maybe I'll try to be an Auror. In my head, I already am. That seems to be too much the popular thing to do, though. I wouldn't want to graduate and have to work alongside Potter and Abbot. I'm sure I won't be good enough, 6 years of slacking off does that to a person, especially one that wasn't born incredibly witty in the first place- but I can't see what else I could do. And I'd like to not be completely useless. I think I've done enough of that for one lifetime.
I'll probably end up being a barmaid.
I hate this place. I hate what it reminds me of. I just hate everything right now. I want him to die. I want her to be alive. I can't work in the library. I don't even remember which table she was sitting at.
Shit.
Not that anyone cares.
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Shit. This year will not work out well. I don't know what I'm going to do when I leave. I can't picture myself marrying whatever man Mother chooses and becoming some sort of a domestic goddess. Following their tradition. Maybe I'll try to be an Auror. In my head, I already am. That seems to be too much the popular thing to do, though. I wouldn't want to graduate and have to work alongside Potter and Abbot. I'm sure I won't be good enough, 6 years of slacking off does that to a person, especially one that wasn't born incredibly witty in the first place- but I can't see what else I could do. And I'd like to not be completely useless. I think I've done enough of that for one lifetime.
I'll probably end up being a barmaid.
I hate this place. I hate what it reminds me of. I just hate everything right now. I want him to die. I want her to be alive. I can't work in the library. I don't even remember which table she was sitting at.
Shit.