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[mel___]

Mondays are horrid, particularly when following an equally horrid weekend.

Damn all this bloody schoolwork.

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Nevermind what all the seventh years were saying about sixth year being a breeze. If the pile of textbooks and parchments spread out on the table in front of her were any indication, it was most definitely not a breeze.

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[welikecake]

Crabbe and Goyle were across the common room, sitting in their own mound of books. That was all they were doing with the books, though. In fact, behind the books were mounds of cookies they'd swiped from the kitchens.

"Betcha can't eat six at once," Crabbe said to Goyle, who picked up six cookies and started shoving them in his mouth.