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Hullo, love,
Are you all right? I say, that's more than you've said about Tom in over a year.
It's well wretched Sally-Anne had to write that odious essay, and with everything she's juggling between Quidditch and Madam Pomfrey and that awful Bletchley fellow.
I'm starting to dread what sort of 'random' essay topic Madam Umbridge might assign me, what. Though if one doesn't have to worry about Dark Arts anymore, one might be able to summon the brain-power to create the right sort of message for her.
Would you like to meet? I can always tell them I'm off to the hospital wing. No one's going to check on that with Auror Crouch louring up there, what?
-Justin
Are you all right? I say, that's more than you've said about Tom in over a year.
It's well wretched Sally-Anne had to write that odious essay, and with everything she's juggling between Quidditch and Madam Pomfrey and that awful Bletchley fellow.
I'm starting to dread what sort of 'random' essay topic Madam Umbridge might assign me, what. Though if one doesn't have to worry about Dark Arts anymore, one might be able to summon the brain-power to create the right sort of message for her.
Would you like to meet? I can always tell them I'm off to the hospital wing. No one's going to check on that with Auror Crouch louring up there, what?
-Justin
