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[18 Dec 2007|05:43pm] |
What a bloody foul way to spend your birthday. Honestly. I'm going to miss my own bloody party, and what's worse I'm stuck with a bunch of odorous hags with bad hair.
Has the whole world gone mental?
[Private to Slytherins]
If any of have not gone round the bend...
I've taken a room at the Leaky Cauldron and have naught but this bloody journal, my wand which is as useless as this journal, and my pajamas. And I plan to remain holed up here, in hiding, till the whole of bloody England rights itself.
In the name of Salazar, please, tell me what the fuck is going on.
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