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November 24th, 2009 @ 6:00pm
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[Private to Self]
I am just about to turn in my quidditch robes and tell them I'm out. Why can't I be Percy's daughter, with nothing to live up to? Or Uncle George's good for nothing Roxanne? No. I have to be Harry Potter seeker daughter. Whatever. I don't care anymore. And just because I am kind of failing potions does not mean that mum can't just send me hate mail in the middle of the night. I get it. Might as well just stamp me no good and chuck me out, seriously.
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I am prepared to physically harm anyone who interrupts me from now until the end of the week. You have been warned.
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