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[blue_terry]

We leave tomorrow. And this is going to be the worst bloody Christmas ever. Those of you I haven't gotten gifts to, which is most of you, expect them by owl. Probably not by Christmas, but before school starts back.

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[unsecretive]

Oh, Terry.

[blue_terry]

What is it, Lavender?

[unsecretive]

It's nothing, really. It's just... you look like you need a hug or something. From Pansy, more like, but let's not pour salt into an open wound.

[blue_terry]

I'm all right, really. It's not hopeless yet.