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[hufflepoet]

I see spots before my eyes when I look at words on parchment. I am going to take a break now, but do you think it will be gone before my exam this afternoon? I think it might distract me otherwise. Perhaps I should go and see Madam Pomfrey.
They are quite pretty, though. Light dancing gracefully before my eyes.

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[gigglylavender]

Stop working, Wayne! Go and see Madam Pomfrey now!

[hufflepoet]

I have stopped working now.

[gigglylavender]

Good. Now go see Madam Pomfrey.

[hufflepoet]

I am going.

Private to Lavender:
I cannot believe I am asking this. The horoscopes that you did not publish in the Phoenix Song so as not to distract people - will you be making them known after exams have finished?

[pink_parvati]

Wayne, light dancing in front of your eyes is not the thing to get all poetic about! You obviously have an eye strain of some sort. You should go and see Madam Pomfrey right now and then get that nap we were talking about earlier.

[hufflepoet]

Everything in life is a source of poetry. But I will go and consult with her if you think I should.

[pink_parvati]

Write about the lights dancing in front of your eyes after they're gone! "Beauty is fleeting" and all that.

[hufflepoet]

That is a good idea. Then I will be able to see the words properly on the page once I have written them down.