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[good_old_lisa]

Apologies. This journal continuously relegates itself to the bottom of my trunk. Mandy handed in her journal to me; apparently she's doesn't want to do it, since she feels like she has nothing to say to anyone. I fear she may be right, as I have nothing much to say either, at least nothing informative, but I accepted it anyway. And so now her

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[gryff_lavender]

You're boring.

[good_old_lisa]

Come up with an original message and I will listen to you.

Currently, I'm trying to figure out whether we exist or not. So, therefore, it's you that's boring.

[gryff_lavender]

I wish YOU didn't exist.

[good_old_lisa]

That's virulent.

Personally, I wish you'd get a personality transplant. But we're not all interested in the same things, and frankly I think that your interest in boys and... shopping is horrible, but each to their own.

[millieslytherin]

Did I ever tell you I love my dress? Lovely piece of work.

And I am not a heathen book thrower. I threw a book I think twice.

[good_old_lisa]

Thank you. It was something to pass the time.

But you still threw it.

[millieslytherin]

Yes, I'm sure the book was offended. Please forgive me book.

I should appreciate literature more.

[good_old_lisa]

... I have no words.

Yes, you should. But, when you say literature, what do you mean? There are many common definition of literature, and almost all of them are wrong.

[headboy_ernie]

Millicent? You heathen book-thrower.

Book-thrower? Tsk tsk. What's her punishment?

[good_old_lisa]

I do not know.

Perhaps a lesson in the virtues of books. Say, a day as Madam Pince's assistant. Her nice, friendly, helpful assistant.

[headboy_ernie]

She should just count herself lucky she hasn't met one of the library books Madam Pince has charmed.

[good_old_lisa]

She is, indeed.

I believe I once saw someone get caught with a Banishing Hex when they accidentally doodled on a book. Quite nasty. Took them a while to get their nose back.