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I was sitting in the library the other day working on my essay for Runes. I was frustrated and had to get up to find a book. I can't sit still in one place these days. My hands itch. They want to move, they want to work. But I won't put down in writing what they want to do. Someone could stumble upon this. And wouldn't my father just be mortified if that came out? I could never do anything to jeopardise his career, after all.
But the point of this story to myself is that I was wandering near the Restricted Section. And it occured to me the Restricted Section isn't very.. ah.. Restricted? It seems an easy enough task to break past the barriers. Perhaps I should owl father about this little detail. Perhaps not. If I had a more curious nature, I'd explore this theory. But I don't, so I won't.
I found my book and returned to my seat. The essay was more than easy enough after that.
And now, should anyone ever stumble upon this, I'll leave it up to you, the reader to determine whether or not this story served any sort of purpose.
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Have I been missing out on the latest fad? I suppose I have. I've been avoiding it. But father sent me a stern owl the other day that I should connect with my peers. Connect? Whatever for? They aren't really worthy of note, you see. Most, in any case. I am of course, speaking of the other Houses. Please, if you are going to reply, do not be upset at this assumption, because I don't wish to argue the point. I will simply read your little reply, make a note, and then move on without indulging in your petty wish to fight.
The dorm room is a mess, are the house elves entirely incompetent? Even worse than the ones at home. Then again, I should think certain dorm mates were more than capable of picking up after themselves, wouldn't you? Not the case, I'm afraid. But what can you expect?
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Bartemius Crouch Jr.
I was sitting in the library the other day working on my essay for Runes. I was frustrated and had to get up to find a book. I can't sit still in one place these days. My hands itch. They want to move, they want to work. But I won't put down in writing what they want to do. Someone could stumble upon this. And wouldn't my father just be mortified if that came out? I could never do anything to jeopardise his career, after all.
But the point of this story to myself is that I was wandering near the Restricted Section. And it occured to me the Restricted Section isn't very.. ah.. Restricted? It seems an easy enough task to break past the barriers. Perhaps I should owl father about this little detail. Perhaps not. If I had a more curious nature, I'd explore this theory. But I don't, so I won't.
I found my book and returned to my seat. The essay was more than easy enough after that.
And now, should anyone ever stumble upon this, I'll leave it up to you, the reader to determine whether or not this story served any sort of purpose.
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Have I been missing out on the latest fad? I suppose I have. I've been avoiding it. But father sent me a stern owl the other day that I should connect with my peers. Connect? Whatever for? They aren't really worthy of note, you see. Most, in any case. I am of course, speaking of the other Houses. Please, if you are going to reply, do not be upset at this assumption, because I don't wish to argue the point. I will simply read your little reply, make a note, and then move on without indulging in your petty wish to fight.
The dorm room is a mess, are the house elves entirely incompetent? Even worse than the ones at home. Then again, I should think certain dorm mates were more than capable of picking up after themselves, wouldn't you? Not the case, I'm afraid. But what can you expect?
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Bartemius Crouch Jr.