Ha ha. Oh, Harry Potter.

Not that anyone with any sort of mental capacity takes the Carrows seriously, but the firelight storytelling was quite interesting and worthy of a chuckle or two if nothing more.  

Whomever thought using firecrackers in an enclosed space was a good idea deserves to be hanged. I swear one of them was following me.

That was shoddy playing on both sides. Were it not for brute force, it would have been an evenly matched, long, boring match and neither team would have made any spectacular plays and after all the boasting, I expected something a little more solid than what I saw, which shouldn't have been very affected by the circumstances. While a valid excuse, I wouldn't want to be hiding behind an excuse to begin with. Seems as though this has been an extremely busy month in the Hospital Wing.

For the first time in my life, I'm sick. I think everyone should stay away from me for both your sakes and mine. But mostly mine. If I am too sick, I might have to miss the Quidditch match this weekend in favour of rest and relaxation while everyone is gone. I am not happy about this.

Keep the sick and wounded out of the classroom, out of the Common Room and most importantly, out of my personal space. I do not wish to ever make another trip to the Hospital Wing if I can help it. If you are dying, die elsewhere. If you are looking for compassion or sympathy, you have come to the wrong place.

And that includes you, Perpetua, even if you aren't ill any longer.

ru·mour [ˈruːmə]

-noun
    1. a story or statement in general circulation without confirmation or certainty as to facts
    2. gossip; hearsay

-verb
    3. to be reported as a rumour and possibly not true

-adjective
    4. rumoured [only before noun]

The Carrows have a very twisted sense of humour.

I am pleased.

How's that for positive?

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