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I thought it was a dream yesterday. But I suppose it wasn't. I thought that I had a sunburn, but it feels loads worse.
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Recording begins....
[Clicking of glitter-covered fingernails and a raspy breathing.
Tonks' voice is her usual British, but now combined very deep and raspy snarling characteristic]
Creaking floorboards. Strange creature is this - the mirror shows me in.
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This place gets more and more awkward as the days pass.
It seems to have gotten even more so in the short time I was away - a day perhaps.
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It looks like I am here for a while again.
I assume there is still a shop like the one I remember running deliveries for. I have some items that I would like to earn. More bandages perhaps. Or some fingerless-gloves. I think I have some.
Hopefully I can get my magic back soon?
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Recording Begins
[...there is deep breathing (not like that)...and fingertips softly tapping the casing of the terminal]
I want...Prang and Shunpike...watch where you're bloody going.
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I think I know my way around now. The deliveries have definitely been a learning experience.
I wonder why my magic isn't working...
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