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In my first year I sat on the train with my brother. We used to be really close then. What tore us apart? Cut the lights, open the curtains, cue Black and Potter. It took a grand total of one week for my beloved brother to forget about me.
Back In Black
“Don’t roll your eyes at me!” he yelled. “Where did this attitude come form? You were never like this before!”
“Right well you get settled in and I’ll bring up some food for you later.”
Sundaes For Sunday
“Welcome to Florean Fortescue’s Ice-cream Parlour, what would you like today?” I said indifferently.
Of All The Places
The Hogwarts express is a train. Nothing more. To some I guess it’s magical experience that you only get to have twice a year, a special occasion to catch up with friends for a few hours before arriving back to school. Well to me it’s a train. Always has been.
Of Species and Schmucks
I didn’t cut my hair to become a bigger whore than Missy Pringleton who has in effect shagged almost every male in a ten-mile vicinity. Teachers and Hogsmeade residence included.
The "S" Word
“You want to come to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?”
Hit Me. Please Do.
Hunger. The incapacitating, painfully irritating, earthquake-worthy tummy grumbling starvation that makes you double over and cry “God I’m Hungry.” Which I guess is a pretty obvious statement in it’s own right and you really don’t have to be THIS ravenous to say it. It simply reiterates the point. Just in a rather obvious fashion.
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