Bloody hell.
Just. Yeah, that about somes it up, doesn't it?
Fire in Slytherin, Slytherin's in Gryffindor. A Gryffindor in the hospital wing.
And crikey, McGonagall has said NOTHING to me about my punishment. Not a word. That's more scary then being told I've got to scrub cauldrons with Snape. NOTHING.
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There are not 31 days in November. If there were, tomorrow would mark one month.
I just want to go back to September.
And stay there.