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Cathy Miles
[Awaiting Cathy in the morning is a large bouqet of flowers including lavender, peach roses, daffodils and palm-like shoots of greenery. In a small, neatly wrapped box awaits a lovingly scratched up personal casette player and a worn set of headphones. Several casettes are strewn beneath the mess of wire and a shimmering card shouts HAPPY BIRTHDAY when opened. It reads: Cathy, Happy Birthday. It's the special one, right? Sixteen and all. I know you're probably confused about the things in the box, but I promise I'll explain them to you later. I'm not positive that it will work here at Hogwarts, I've never personally tried to use it. But even if it doesn't, off grounds it will and I think you'll end up enjoying it. Also, sometime later when you're not busy, if you'd like to join me, even just for a few minutes. I have something else to show you. Just make sure there aren't any pregnant women around. I'd feel terrible if I were to cause a miscarriage or something. Love, Euan]
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CATHY!
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That's it. I'm too late. I know I've supposedly resigned myself, I just couldn't help but hold out a bit of hope. I'll get over it. Claire's right -- there are other girls to throw myself at. There will be, at least. I'm young, yet. So is she. Things change. Get over it, Euan.
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Euan