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What on earth did you tell Rebecca Vain and Narcissa Lonsdale? They've just been in the girls' loo crying there eyes out.

Ugh. Its happening again. Yesterday I had to copy out my Ruins assignment fore times.

Anyway. You know better than to upset firsties, Lines. Is something wrong?

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alt_linus

Of course it came up, Padma. They were talking about their bookbags, which of course involved talking about books, which naturally led to thoughts of helpful commentary which might encourage them to make the most of their precious years at Hogwarts. I merely sought to make them fully cognisant of the gravity of the situation. It is not a privilege to be taken lightly, this glorious institution of ours, you know.

Speaking of which, you and I -- are we rather letting down the side by not doing any special presentations on History this term? We used to have such grand fun with those. Of course, that was B.F. -- Before Finnegan. I know, I know, you're just mates. Actually, I have no trouble believing that at all, given certain attesting circumstances! Really, he ought to make sure he's truly in private before disporting with his faun of the day. But that's not what I was going to say. I was going to ask whether we ought to recapture our days of glory by doing some little reprise of our History presentations of yore. Do say you will, Padma. Just think how grand it could be! And goodness knows many of our fellow students could benefit thereby.

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alt_padma

Feeling more sorted, are you?

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alt_linus

No. No, I am most assuredly not feeling more sorted, which you would know if you had read my previous missive carefully, as I spoke almost frankly of a matter which I really ought not, no matter how hilarious Finnegan looked in the omniocular recording of him with --

Oh, dear. There it goes again.

Have you got any suggestions as to whose brooch I might surreptitiously swap for my own? This is quite intolerable. Reading Byron aloud seems to help, or at least to distract and occupy me, but it's just not practical in the long run, and I am running out of places in the Castle to hide.