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| 030; 23 May 1980 |
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I don't want to take NEWTs. Is it possible to just say "no thank you" to the NEWT thing? Will McGonnagall accept a note from my mum?
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| 029; 28 April 1999 |
[28 04 10] |
Warded: Ron
I'm feeling like absolute rubbish. Are you busy? I just
could you meet me somewhere? I need to lie down for awhile and I just want to see you.
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| 022; 7 April 1999. |
[07 04 10] |
Warded: Ginny.
Okay, two questions, most important one first:
1. HOW DID IT GO? Ron hasn't been in need of restraints, so I take it either your sneakiness was successful or it didn't happen but I HOPE IT'S THE FORMER.
2. I think dinner went well, unless your mother was all "trollop's not good enough for my Ronny" after I left. Did she like me? Ron would never tell me if she didn't. DID SHE?
Warded: Ron.
You realize this now means you have to meet my parents? Turn about is fair play. Fortunately you have some months to prepare.
Warded: Harry.
So, how goes life, Potts?
I hope everyone had as much fun over the holiday as ZJ apparently did. Happy birthday, little man. Write back to let me know you survived.
Now we're in the final stretch of it, people. Nothing standing between us and NEWTs but time. Are we going to absolutely fucking murder them? Yes we are.
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| 021; 15 March 1999. |
[15 03 10] |
Natey.
What happened? Are you okay? That fucking wanker
Hogwarts Students, Years 6&7 and Ron, Apart from Prefects HG & HB
FAVOURITE PLACE TO SHAG IN THE CASTLE, NOW THAT WE HAVE ALL SORTS OF RULES TO BREAK?
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| 020; 2 March 1999. |
[02 03 10] |
Entry Warded Anonymous. Warded to Hogwarts Students, Sixth and Seventh Year.
Hogwarts, it has come to my attention that many of you are shagging while under the influence of ignorance. This is greatly distressing to me--I am, as always, an advocate for embracing the things that are natural, about celebrating the things that make us feel good and doing away with the things that are boring. Since sex is pretty much the universal human experience, and the universal pleasant human experience, it's a shame that so many young adults seem unable to discuss the subject without speaking of it like it's shameful.
Now, I am by no means an expert, but I will wager that I am the person at this school who is most comfortable admitting that I have definitely read up on the subject. So, go ahead. Ask your sex questions. Even ask them anonymously, I don't care. Just stop pussyfooting around the issue, because hormones are up all over this castle and someone's got to cut through the sexual tension.
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| 019; 28 February 1999 |
[28 02 10] |
Warded to Ro Private.
IS IT THAT OBVIOUS?
I can't ask Ron if he's getting this barrage of questions too though I assume he's not because he's still not even comfortable talking about sex with me and he's having it with me and since almost every question is followed by "don't tell Ron" I'll just assume not unless, you know, Neville and Dean are holding conferences with him and I guess it's nice that everyone trusts me enough to ask me something like this and not go around blabbing about it because sometimes--okay, all the time--I have a big mouth but I can be trusted on this because I know what it's like to have everyone and their mum know everything about your sex life and it's embarrassing which is why I'm trying to be more discreet this go-around but WHATEVER WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP ASKING ME THIS STUFF?
Although I guess it's not that bad. Mostly funny, because sweet Merlin at least now I know everyone else thinks about sex as much as I do. And Harry really seemed to need my help, and Ginny just wants a makeover, which I like doing anyway, and it is kind of brilliant to have Hermione Granger asking me about procuring sexy knickers--especially because that means she's happy with Ernie, which means I didn't completely ruin her life, which is good for her and also kind of selfishly good for me.
I should probably start charging soon, though. All this expertise does not come cheap.
I don't know much about Quidditch, but it was nice to get outside yesterday. First Year I couldn't figure out why people bothered to go to matches when their House wasn't playing, but now I understand the excitement. It's fun, and it does kind of make me feel all gooey-squishy about House unity and the like.
Quelle horreur, I'm being sentimental!
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| 018; 23 February 1999 |
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The fuck?
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| 017; 22 February 1999. |
[22 02 10] |
Warded: Ron.
Ginny's note last night got me thinking--have you told your mom about us?
Warded: Harry
How is everything going?
I miss the days when Sugar Quills and Every Flavour Beans were enough to excite me. Fortunately, I got some new catalogues in the post this morning. Time for shoe/dress/skirt/unmentionables shopping?
(hinttheanswerisyes)
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| 016; 14 February 1999. |
[14 02 10] |
Warded to Ron.
So, how was your weekend?
Warded to Harry.
We need to have a chat. The truffles were my opening gambit.
HAPPY VALENTIMES!
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