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Welcome to a world where constellations are birth names and roses don’t have thorns…
A bipolar best friend, too many red heads to count (well almost) and lessons. Oh joy!*
I encounter a crazy Quidditch captain... Who happens to be my cousin... who happens to hate that I am seeker... Who seems like he is Stalin on the pitch.
Quidditch. My one freedom in life. Too bad our captain (and my cousin) wants the team to throw up before the game. Such a lovely person.*
Quidditch? Nope, too sick (YAY! no Hitler Al!) School? Nope, too sick (make-up work sucks). Hospital Wing? Yes. Alone? Nope (Scorpius had to go and get sick too).
Sometimes I miss James; Al is a nutter.
We've had fights before, but I don't know how we are going to get through this one. We are both so very strongheaded...
Just when I thought things couldn't get worse...apparently the worst is yet to come.
I think the Fates are out to get me. Or maybe it's just my cousin.
The one where I still miss James and Al is still a nutter. Plus I make it painfully obvious that I love my best friend.
A little Christmas cheer can go a long ways...
A mess is not easily fixed as I soon find out.
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