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One day, they will all die by my hands. I swear to God and whoever sits on the highest seat up there.
Rosier didn't have to do it. Carrow didn't have to do it. Why me? And Rosier's probably still playing hide and seek with Amaranta around the corridors. Dear Merlin. Why me?
I said I'd put on the dress for your viewing pleasure. I did not say I would allow for the pictures.
Either one of you better hand them over.
Ooh, Christmas is coming. I got an owl from Mum, again, not that it is of any real importance. There's a little family of snowmen sitting at the foot of the couch. Well, it was a boy, a girl, mother and father but now it's pile of snow and random accessories and one still-standing father figure. I'm saving that for the last.