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Never thought there'd be a time where I could say I spent half of the day with Heather Hornby in my lap and there was something massively wrong with my life.
But there is, and I am really kind of fucked.
Last night she got a letter from her father telling her to stay chaste and keep quiet if she really wanted what she'd asked for, and apparently that was code for 'Stop embarrassing yourself or your arranged marriage will never happen.' I don't know why the hell she agreed to this if she wanted an arranged marriage, but if I'm in the same fucking situation now that I was with Lyn with a fake girlfriend, I really just give up on the world and I'm just going to smoke.
Anyway, we're playing it well. She looks appropriately self-satisfied and clingy, and I look like I'm out for a shag, which I have to say would not be the worst state of affairs if it were real, because maybe then I could focus on my fucking Quidditch team and marks instead of PR.
I don't know, I might be willing to fight this thing for real. We're all pure, so what's the danger? I don't know what Yaxley's so worried about.
I just found a bra in the changing room. The owner can claim it whenever they like, it's hanging from the cloakrack. One hopes they noticed it was missing.