Do you know, the real trouble with my fandom is that it has no idea who I am.
When I try to "google" my own name, it all looks pretty well like
thisRather unfortunate, that. Then again, no one ever stops me for a chat while I'm trying to buy milk as they do my oncle Harry
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Only, neither were the others in my generation, and they're all more popular than I am.
It may be the name. I ought to change it, really. That can be done, I know it can...
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Still, you get points for posetivity and whatnot.
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I have a feeling your parents have gone daft in their old age (and considering they're a few months older than I, I can get away with saying that) -- I'd expect better of your mother though, perhaps I ought to send her an Owl.
Is Madam Pomfrey having difficulty finding reliable brewers? When I was in school, everything was well stocked for anything and everything.
((ooc: bio? where!))
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Oh, you don't have to send an owl to Mum, it's all right. I told you they would eventually be back. It happens sometimes. When I was younger sometimes they would forget me after piano lessons and things like that, or I'd lose sight of them in the shops and they would leave and then notice it and come back to find me. It's easy to get lost in with all of the others, is all.
Pomfrey says that the potions used to be brewed by the potionsmaster, so naturally there would have been plenty back when...er, as you were growing up.
(ooc: On the Wiki page, it's in the link!)
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Speaking as one who regularly has twenty to fifty children under my care, I do not see how it's simple to forget about one. Surely your mother knows better, and I intend to tell her as such.
And the new potions master instructing you all isn't willing to? That's... I suppose I ought to owl her, as well.
((ooc: *headdesk* forgive me, my brain is old and forgetful ;)]]
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(ooc: Haha. No worries.)
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