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[bootme]

Well, then. Let's see.

Nine thirty and dark out, obviously, Strix quiet, creeping terror also quiet, work done, for the nonce, one-hundred-and-sixty-four pages into latest book, though I'm not about to continue slogging, no revision, obviously (and they consider expulsion a punishment) no roommates (see previous statement) and even the fact that

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[auror_moody]

Oh, SO BORED, ARE WE?

[bootme]

Did I say that? I didn't say that.

I said it was normally quite boring, all things considered, which it is, because you can only bloody clean things so much before your brains and eyes start to collectively leak out your ears.

I did not say I was bored.

[auror_moody]

CAMOMILE.

[bootme]

Excuse me?

[fletchfinchley]

You sound almost optimistic.

Any reason?

[bootme]

Optimistic? You've got to be joking.

But, no, in general, a lot of reasons, I suppose. It hasn't been a bad couple of days, all things considered, and...well.

[fletchfinchley]

I told you so.

[bootme]

Yes, right.

Point to you, and all that, I suppose.

[nott_a_lot]

The bit about no revision... Just rub it in, why don't you?

[bootme]

I have very little I can gloat over. I might as well take advantage of every last touch.

[nott_a_lot]

Please accept my apologies, although I must also add that I find the sentence wasn't as bad as it could've been.

How long are you supposed to, hm, I don't know that "stay" is the right word... with Mr Moody?

[bootme]

You realise that I did not ask for, nor require your apologies. But I suppose I accept them.

I know it could have been worse, trust me. I just don't think that whites out my right to dislike the situation. And God only knows how long I'm to be here, I certainly don't.