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Four months into our ownership, Dillon and I were up on the last wall, and he was half leaning over, trying to help the others get the mortar up high enough to secure, when a whip-crack near his ear caused him to lose his balance and fall. It was twenty metres to the ground and he landed with a sound like pancakes hitting the ceiling. Sometimes I ( Read more... )

We weren’t moved until three weeks after the end of the war, which meant the three of us had been down there for a month, and some of the others a lot longer. There were three deaths. One was old, and Horace diagnosed the other two as having died of fright - in other words, they worried so much over what was going to happen to them than their ( Read more... )

The day I got the owl saying I'd passed all my NEWTs is the happiest day I can remember having after Hogwarts. I probably should have known it would all go downhill from there.

( The next day... )