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[vancealot]

I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I know, I missed the night of drunken revelry, and I'm really sorry about it. First I had McGonagall's meeting, and then I had to rush off to St. Mungo's because my mom decided it was a lovely time to buy a bewitched toaster, for "experimental value." Really damn funny, I must admit, but much burning--of flesh along with bread--ensued.
So, girls, what'd I miss?