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First Night of This Bloody Project
Dear Journal,
I cannot bloody-well believe it. First night of this bloody project, and I'm already making a fool of myself. The worst part is, I'm uncertain whether a certain pair of red-headed identical boys - ahem! - are at the root of the mischief or no. All I remember is being extremely bored whilst sipping my juice, and the next thing I know, I am *throwing peas* at Lucius Bloody Malfoy! My god! I did not even do that when we were children!
...Well, perhaps just the once.
At any rate, I am still spattered with mashed potatoes, peas, and juice from where Lucius retaliated and wrestled me to the floor. Good god! I am certain the entire Gryffindor table will be in stitches for weeks over *that* incident. There are moments I wish I could positively die. Those are interspersed with the moments I wish I could wring someone's neck.
I've a couple of necks in mind, matter of fact. Watch yourself, Weasleys. If I so much as prove you *breathed* on that juice, you'll wish to be back in Filch's little closet of chuckles.
Mark my words....
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