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[zomgmoony]

((backdated to the 10th))

It seems like tradition, to be sick this time of the year. But it is cold. And it is March. The weather is dreadful. If anyone wants to grab me the notes and the assignments for the next few days, I'd be grateful.

It'll be Eleven Years as of tomorrow. Happy Birthday, I guess.

Comments

[randy_andie]

It's most unfortunate that you're sick. Let me say, I'm bored out of my wits and that's why I'm talking to you. I'm sure you're a nice person but I haven't an idea if you are or not. Normally, I wouldn't take the time to find out. But here we are. I'm rambling, due to the boredom.

Any Slytherin reading this can be aware of that fact. The boredom, that is.

What ails you?

[zomgmoony]

Thanks. Boredom does strange things, doesn't it? I don't know for sure, but I'm told I'm a nice person, sometimes too nice if that helps.

That's fine. You're allowed to ramble, i don't mind, or have much to do at this point except stare at thnigs or sleep.

It's the flu, I think.

[randy_andie]

I do appreciate your understanding.

It's it terrible that I'm so terribly bored yet I can't think of anything to say. Normally, I'd try to have sex with you but I'm not allowed to at the moment. Hmm..

Can't you go to what's his name in the infirmary and have him wave his wand, make you better?

[zomgpadfoot]

I got you a present.

[zomgmoony]

For me? You didn't have to.

[zomgpadfoot]

'course for you. I know what day it is.

[zomgmoony]

You do? Oh, right.

[erudite_vagrant]

What are your feelings on chicken soup?

[zomgmoony]

Can't really say no that.

[erudite_vagrant]

Let me rephrase that.

How do you feel about me coming and bringing you chicken soup in an attempt to nurse you back to help?

[zomgmoony]

Honestly, I am all for that idea.