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[downonthecorner]

Argh! I don't believe it...Uncle Mark is taking away my permission to go to Hogsmeade! Just because he caught Anthony here...and he was going to leave in another hour or two. We made it all week without them finding out, and now...at least the ranting about how disappointed my parents would be in my behaviour is over

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[aegoldstein]

You're not /serious/? Well, I'll stay behind with you. Sometimes. ;)

[Private to Michael]

I'm sure we can find something better to do with our time, yeah?

[downonthecorner]

Yes, I'm serious. So much for him not being able to punish me at school, huh?

[Private to Anthony]

...probably. Ugh. Git. Now I'm all flustered. How do you do that to me, every time?

Um...this will sound horribly girly, and cement my role as the female permanently, but...I miss you already.

[aegoldstein]

Yeah. Sorry, mate.

[Private to Michael]

It's just my omnipotency, yeah. (Or, what did you say? My 'incredible sexiness'? Yeah, that ;) )

And it's mutual.

[downonthecorner]

Not your fault. We both knew the possibility of getting caught was there. I just--damn, we were SO close to getting away with it!

[Private to Anthony]

God, you're going to be unbearable now, aren't you?

Good. I mean, not good, but...yeah.

[k_ent]

Well, that was bloody clever

Rotten luck. Could be worse, though. Unless they really did nail you into your room.

[downonthecorner]

No, although I don't think I'll be getting much fresh air until Monday. Oh well, I need to pack for school anyway.

See you at the station?

[k_ent]

Yeah. I'll be the one wedged into a compartment with a bunch of sodding first years.

[aegoldstein]

Or (and /here/'s an idea, Kevvie) you could always sit with us. ;) You might get very ill, but nothing more serious than that.