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Post by Mirabelle Miette on Jul 25, 2006 8:46:42 GMT -5
Dear Diary,
Another school year is about to start, and that means a new diary. I'll be in my seventh year, but not my last. I'm staying on for another few years, just to further my education even more. I want to be an Auror. Is it bad for me to want to do well? Whatever.
So, I'm staying over in the holidays again. Where else am I supposed to go? I've met some people. It was a hardly 'friendly' meeting, though. I was heading down to the store room, to grab something for Professor Andrews to obtain a few house points. I got in there, but broke crate by mistake. It had a dead hand in there, and I screamed. Two people heard, and came in; Charlie Sonata, loudmouth of the school, and Adam McElroy, the only lad I've met that's as scared of spiders as I am.
Anyway, the girl was sure that this bony hand was a Hand of Glory. Stupid cow. Adam was just trying to keep the peace. He's stupid, too, and I think he fancies Charlie. Idiot. In the end I left, smashed a box of cockroaches and made Charlie really made. That girl has got a foul vocabulary. Can't wait to see her in class...
I think I'll tell the Headmistress about the hand tomorrow. I couldn't find her anywhere! I tried ALL the offices, and I didn't even get a response from Professor Edwards, the Care of Magical Creatures, office.
Anyhow, that's all I have to say for now. Bye!
B e l l e xxx
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