Sixty-five

[makachopgo]

The library is for reading and studying, not singing about what you ate for lunch. I'm more than entirely convinced that no one cares.

[Never mind that she's been singing a song to herself when she's alone or thinks she is, anyway in the halls.]

At least it seems to have slowed down a bit. But this whole musical rubbish is getting really old.

Comments

[godcomplex7]

Oh come now, that's not too bad! I was in the loo the other day and someone was singing about having sex. Or something.

[makachopgo]

...Probably something I don't want to know about, Black☆Star.

[godcomplex7]

I'm just sayin'! I'd take food over listening to someone singing about how they "pounded into their girl"

[makachopgo]

You don't have to quote the lyrics at me!

[unbethinks]

I heard your song.

[makachopgo]

What song?

[unbethinks]

In the stall next to me in the loo!

[makachopgo]

I think you're mixing me up with someone else.

[kid8dik]

It's impossible to get any work done there.

[makachopgo]

Well of course it's impossible for you to get work done there, you always get distracted by how the shelves are set up.

[kid8dik]

I just believe there is a far more efficient arrangement for the shelves than the one Madame Pince currently has in place. It is also particularly dusty in there.

But the singing certainly didn't help.

[makachopgo]

You need to get more serious about your studies, Kid, we've got NEWTs next year.