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Well, now that I have a date for the ball, I guess it's save to say this Bavardage person was wrong when saying I was going after a Ravenclaw. If, by chance, you were referring to Eddie Carmichael, I'll assure you that he's not my type and I don't quite think he knows how to dance. Unfortunate really. Unless, person with the answers to everything, you were referring to Adrian Pucey, who is in fact my date because Cian was already asked, then you should probably know he's a Slytherin.
But other than that, I do have to say that was bloody brilliant. I think Rita Skeeter would be proud of whoever wrote that, I can say that much. Touche. I bow in your direction, clearly not worthy of your greatness. Keep it up, as much as everyone complains about how wrong it is, it's obviously correct or else it wouldn't be gossip, just straight up lies. Who lies? People who deny things. Who're denying things? Everyone who was written about. Stop lying. Just admit everything.
I owled my mum on Saturday and I should be receiving a dress within the next few days. She's good about getting right to things when I ask, so Adrian, as soon as I get it, I'll give you a color sample? And I'm also getting masks, anything particular? Masquerades are cool, I think. Hide your face for a few hours, dance to good music. Drinks which I'm sure someone will spike at one point., good food. Hogwarts isn't all that terrible, now is it? No. Plus, no parents. No limitations to what we can do and who we can do it with. And hiding behind a mask while doing it just makes it much more interesting. I rest my case.
Of course, it'll be another night of plastic cup politics, I'm sure. Someone will get firewhiskey in there, serve that and say it's water and the whole night will be full of sporadic movements and foot-stepping. And surely, couples will go back to their common rooms and snog until day break. One night of senseless snogging, drinking and jumping around like maniacs won't kill anyway. Might as well attend if you can.
And back to Bavardage. Especially towards the Ravenclaw bit, and I feel bad about saying this, but suck it up. Okay, so some girl asked the guy out, which is cool. You could do better than that. He was probably desperate and rather intimidated by her persistent begging and annoyance. My opinion? Not worth fretting over, stick with what you know; attractive blokes. Anthony Goldstein? Not attractive. Melinda Bobbin? Psychotic. Padma Patil? Worth more than than what people think. This is a school over over a thousand kids. Half of them male. There are three years you could pick from.
Fifth year; naive, but probably eager to learn.
Sixth year; familiar to you, probably boring anyway.
Seventh year; older, exciting, more experienced, more mature.
It's just a guy, not worth your time, etc. etc. Put it behind you, blah blah blah, I sound like the school social worker and Merlin knows I am not qualified for that position.
However, I am excited to see who makes the next installment. I hope it's equally as juicy.
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