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Who Anthony and Terry
Where Ravenclaw common room.
When Tuesday, February 1, 1998, even
What Emooooooooo.
Ratings/Warnings Maybe PG-13 for swearing

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Anthony wasn't mad that Terry had forgotten - he very rarely got mad at his friends, really. But he was feeling a little more unloved than usual (and Anthony usually felt fairly unloved for one reason or another. It was one of his more annoying qualities). At least Terry had the bonus of doing Arithmancy right now - his Muggle Studies textbook made him want to hurl it into the nearest fire, stomp on it, and then flush it down a toilet. And then do the exact same things to the Carrows' heads. Anthony wasn't normally a very violent person, but the thought of ringing their necks was very satisfying.

He didn't say any of this to Terry, though. It all seemed rather unnecessary. Rather light-heartedly, he shut his book as well (resisting all temptation to turn it into a log in the fireplace). "Because," he said, with the matter-of-fact authority one might hear from one's parents. "One day, all of this will be over, and our NEWT marks will still matter. And because we don't want to be miserable failures in the face of our

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Anthony blinked at Terry for a moment, contemplating the concept of family honour. Not that he particularly cared about honouring his family - not in the way that the Carrows wanted people to, anyway. "I more meant that, if I failed all my exams, my mum and my dad would bloody kill me," Anthony told Terry, trying to remain lighthearted. "Besides, what would the two of us know about family honour? Our families are blood traitors or fornicators with Muggles or whatever you call it." He scoffed and kicked up his feet, resting them on the arm of his chair