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Damn it.
That's too much course work to be catching up on. Like, weeks. I'm surprised no one called me out on it. Especially anyone from the Hufflepuff house. Ugh. So aunt sent back another note -- she didn't have anything. She told me to stop worrying, that I'm in a secure place. I feel like this is such a god damn waste. But If I don't pass the end of the year, she's going to not let me go anywhere. I hate being a minor. What the hell, I'm actually looking forward to any matches... Been a while.
That won't do. At least I'm in my latter half of my years where I can research in the Restricted Section. But how many books do they have on pacts and sacrifices? I need to figure out what father is doing.
You know what I hate?
People who really can't respect the library policy to keep quiet. Seems like anyone that's not in this house or Ravenclaw can't really abide by that. Especially the younger years, and before anyone jumps on me, yes, I know they're adjusting, but sitting behind a book old and big enough to cover your faces doesn't belay the fact you're too busy stalking whatever boy you're trying to torment. Hi, run on.
Yet if I'm going to call out a professor and the like on the fact any subject matter on NEWTs is wishy-washy, I'll expect a bigger back lash.
Fun times. Whatever, we can poke around Hogsmeade, right? Please tell me we can.