Would someone please tell me what happened on Sunday night in the Common Room? I was studying Transfiguration in the Library late that night, and I've heard the oddest stories from Pansy, Goyle and Crabbe.
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I LOVE POETRY! I LOVE THE RENAISSANCE!
Ahem, ok, I'm done now.
*runs off squeeing*
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You've seemed so distant lately. And I know you won't talk to me, that's just you. I just wish you would...it sounds like you were talking to Parvati though. God, do I feel loved today!
*sigh*
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Don't mention it, Zabini. Your secret's safe with me.
Oh, and before you get the wrong impression from Turpin, all I did was mention that I had talked to you and she started interrogating me. I told her that we talked about History of Magic, and boys. And I was as discreet as possible, I swear.
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I appreciate it. And I adore Turpin, but it's better if she doesn't... *sighs* Thank-you for your discretion.
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[Private note for Blaise]
I don't understand why they were interrogating me about Death Eaters. I know I told you this before, but it was very odd. Greengrass, who never speaks to me, was suddenly acting snarky and uptight. Not like her usual cowardly self.
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[Private to Pansy]
Greengrass is a very odd young lady. Don't mind her. You're a Parkinson, after all. She's just a Greengrass.
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[Private note to Blaise]
Of course she'd just a Greengrass. Her family hardly goes further than 3 generations. One would almost call her a Mudblood.
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