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THEY TOOK MY BLOODY NAIL VARNISH!!! What, in Krishna's name, would a bunch of old, stuffy, pompous men want with nail varnish?! I doubt they're going to give themselves pedicures! All of this is just so completely frustrating - Seamus' flag, Dean's paints, Michael's comic books (although his entry did give me an excuse to brush up on my Hindi - must remember to talk to him about that), Zacharias' essay...
I'd honestly like to know what's going through that man's mind right now.
Completely frustrating.
There are some things I'd like to be able to say, and I don't think this is the proper place to say them in (what with Professor McGonagall's warning about the Ministry's access to our parchment system).
Do you think I could meet you in the library this weekend?
Don't get me wrong. This has nothing to do with the ball. I'd just... like to talk. Get away from the stress.