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WILL YOU ALL SHUT THE HELL UP? NO, I DO NOT WANT TO PLAY YOUR STUPID PETTY LITTLE GOBSTONES GAME. NO, IT WILL NOT BE A STRESS RELIEVER. NO, I DO NOT WANT TO MAKE MORE FRIENDS. GO THE FUCK AWAY, I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT, YOU STUPID HUFFLE-POUFS.


And for God's SAKE, Andromeda, for the last time, I don't need your help in Defense Against the Dark Arts. I'll get on just fine, thank you. This new teacher just has to get used to me. Just because you're a Ravenclaw doesn't mean you have to shove your Ravenclaw ways on me. God, stop trying to be a big sister for like five seconds, will you? Maybe I'll finally get five-minute's rest.

[Private.]

I saw Lucius Malfoy today. He's always watching me at lunch and it always makes me feel weird and wrong. He stares at me like I'm some type of victim lately, and I must admit, I really like the attention and rather agree with him. I'm not so sure I approve. I wish he'd just go away for a little while. Out of all the Slytherins, he is the absolute worst. Doesn't he realize that he's so lucky to be there? It's not like he'd ever accept me in his group anyways. He only would talk to me out of pity, and I hate being pitied. All of this needs to stop. Please please don't stop. I need SOMEONE to talk to.