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Keine Prost.
You tell me now.
Are you okay? -
A House of ill repute.
Well, I think Blaise will agree with me that today was particularly enthralling, if nothing else.
I do rather think this compensates for the lack of magazines.
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April Fools.
I suppose it would befit me to update after what has been quite the uneventful week. After all, what else are you lot expected to do with your time? Apparently making scarves is at the top of that list. Though I fail to see how useful scarves are expected to be in approximately one month's time, I do, I suppose, appreciate the gesture. Especially ( Read more... ) -
We had a meeting of the minds.
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Amused.
I must say, that turned out rather well. -
Perpetual boredom gives you something to do.
I cannot say that I have progressed to such a point at which I might consider the bowl incident amusing. Except of course for the manner and timeliness with which Blaise had his bowl removed. I am rather appreciative to be rid of mine, as I'm sure several of you likely suffered the abuses of my ill temper as a result of the cursed things. Naturally ( Read more... ) -
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Mind reading, mind numbing.
Gryffindor won. Terrible surprise when both of our beaters and one of our chasers are flying around with salad bowls adorning their heads.
Apparently, the culprits failed to realise that I'm not on the team.
Millicent, undeterred by the recent fashion of our dorm, continues to harass me.
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Fin.
No, I still do not want to talk about it. Yes, I am still alive. Some of you might find this unfortunate, as I'm sure, like the Ministry, you assume that I have committed atrocities against others because of my surname. It was really rather considerate of the Ministry to send my father's murderer to me the night following his death to inquire as to ( Read more... ) -
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Don't ask me about it.