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Thursday, April 29th, 2004
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The whole school has their collective knickers all in a twist over the Ball.
Stupid sods, the lot of you.
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Tuesday, April 27th, 2004
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| Subject: | How... strange. |
| Time: | 3:34 pm. |
| Mood: |  blank. | | Music: | I don't do music.. |
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Malfoy keeps disappearing at random intervals. Strangely, Parkinson does, as well. As does that horrific twat Daphne Greengrass. And all at the same time, too. I'm starting to believe they've started up a local chapter of Witch Scouts. How is it that they've neglected to ask me to join? I've been dying for an excuse to break out my old uniform, if only to rid it of its repulsive mothball smell. Also, I'm well aware of how important color coordination is to Greengrass. I'm sure she's pleased at how well the bloomers match her new tattoo.
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