It all went down like his nightmare the night before.
He won't leave me alone. When I stare at the wall, it's Carrow. When I kick someone to the ground, it's Carrow whining in my ear. When I kiss girls, it's Carrow's fucking lips against mine. Even when I sleep. He won't leave me alone. We're not even talking anymore. Why can't I just forget about him?
Worst of all, Andie's beggining to notice. And for some reason, my stiffy vanishes before anything happens. It's getting embarassing.
This is all Carrow's fault. It's his fault I'm not getting laid. Goddamnit.
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I'd like to thank Professor McGonagall for that fantastic Saturday night spent writing lines for 4 hours. That's 4 hours of my life I won't be getting back.
I am no longer sick. This doesn't mean I am in a better mood. I haven't had any sleep either.
ANDROMEDA BLACK, WE WILL HAVE SEX EVEN IF IT KILLS ME.