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I, personally, had an excellent night's rest. I was, of course, rather exhausted from my day at the Quidditch match, watching the Appleby Arrows. And I saw the most odd thing there. Really, I wouldn't have thought I would see it there, particularly when it wasn't supposed to be.
Yes, that's right. The Cannons won. I wouldn't believe it either, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. It was a close match, of course; if the Cannons hadn't had Maloney, it's doubtful they would have been anything but more rubbish to mop from the pitch. Nonetheless, it was an adequate match. It's a shame that certain Gryffindors had to miss it. They probably would have wet their robes over it. At least I would have been entertained, then.
Despite the fact that it is rainy and groggy out today, it seems I am expected to go to Hogsmeade. I do not intend to get wet. I do not intend to trollop about like common trash with wet, heavy robes and damp hair. I do not intend to slosh through the wet footprints of others in the doorway of the Three Broomsticks. Surely they could do something about this. They act as though we have no more resources than Muggles do.
I simply don't understand wizards who refuse to use magic when it's most obviously necessary. They don't want to take the easy way out. What the sod do you think we were given magical abilities for? So we wouldn't cut corners?
Speaking of Hogsmeade, I bore of it rather easily. With the way people around here cream their britches over Honeydukes, you'd think they'd never seen a grain of sugar in their lives. And Zonko's is a bit tame for my tastes. The whole thing is a bit too third year for me.
Couldn't we have weekend trips to Knockturn Alley instead? Oh, wait, wouldn't want any of the Hufflepuffs to have nightmares. I wonder if they've learnt to use the toilet alone by now.
Oh, well. Off to find a first year to use as an umbrella.
P.S. - Do you think you could possibly cut back with the sandalwood? Honestly, Pansy, it smells worse than Divination students in here. Other people live in these dungeons too, you know.
P.P.S. - Goyle, stop trying to spell my name. Just call me by my surname, you bloody fool.
Yes, that's right. The Cannons won. I wouldn't believe it either, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. It was a close match, of course; if the Cannons hadn't had Maloney, it's doubtful they would have been anything but more rubbish to mop from the pitch. Nonetheless, it was an adequate match. It's a shame that certain Gryffindors had to miss it. They probably would have wet their robes over it. At least I would have been entertained, then.
Despite the fact that it is rainy and groggy out today, it seems I am expected to go to Hogsmeade. I do not intend to get wet. I do not intend to trollop about like common trash with wet, heavy robes and damp hair. I do not intend to slosh through the wet footprints of others in the doorway of the Three Broomsticks. Surely they could do something about this. They act as though we have no more resources than Muggles do.
I simply don't understand wizards who refuse to use magic when it's most obviously necessary. They don't want to take the easy way out. What the sod do you think we were given magical abilities for? So we wouldn't cut corners?
Speaking of Hogsmeade, I bore of it rather easily. With the way people around here cream their britches over Honeydukes, you'd think they'd never seen a grain of sugar in their lives. And Zonko's is a bit tame for my tastes. The whole thing is a bit too third year for me.
Couldn't we have weekend trips to Knockturn Alley instead? Oh, wait, wouldn't want any of the Hufflepuffs to have nightmares. I wonder if they've learnt to use the toilet alone by now.
Oh, well. Off to find a first year to use as an umbrella.
P.S. - Do you think you could possibly cut back with the sandalwood? Honestly, Pansy, it smells worse than Divination students in here. Other people live in these dungeons too, you know.
P.P.S. - Goyle, stop trying to spell my name. Just call me by my surname, you bloody fool.