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[footballsbetter]

I'm sure I'll be skinned for this, but exams really haven't been terribly mind-blowing for me. Yet. I've already got Potions and History of Magic over with and those were the two worst ones. I hate to say this, because it's horrible, but the period of, er, well it wasn't really fighting, but it wasn't exactly... on speaking terms (and anyway it's

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[mynamesnotzach]

Ah hah! See? SEE? Knew it! Knew! It! But of course, no one listens to me. Why, you ask? Well, I'd like to know that too. Really. Why. Because let's face it, we're getting next to no where with Professor Fl regular dancing. There, I said it! I hope everyone's happy, because I've said it! Feel free to rub it in but if I fail (at dancing) it's THEIR FAULT!

[footballsbetter]

I doubt you'll fail. I've seen you dance and you're not, you know, stepping on your own feet. If you'd maybe calm down a bit, that might help.

[mynamesnotzach]

Then why's Harry, self-proclaimed Lord of the Dance always looking at me when he says there's room for improvement, eh? Eh?

[footballsbetter]

Because... you... need to improve... and have... room?

I really don't know. Just because we sleep in the same dorm doesn't mean we're brilliant best mates. Unless he's having a fit of emotion Harry isn't exactly a talker.

(Heh heh, Lord of the Dance.)