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[Thu 21 Aug / 10:12pm] |
( HEXED PRIVATE. )
Wait. Seriously? We are stuck here?! What do they expect us to do?! I can't just stay here. I can't report on Quidditch here. I can't buy my favourite hair products from here! This is dreadful. This is really dreadful. They better figure out something soon. Has anyone even heard anything? Are they even trying? I'm going to go mental here. At least I already have a place here, so it's not that bad. I guess. No, this is shite. I dunno what I'm suppose to do now. My boss said we'll wait and see what happens before anything is finalised. He said I could do weather reports in the meantime as the bloke who normally does it can't get in now.
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WEATHER REPORTS? Me? Writing the WEATHER?! He's taking the piss out of me, right? There is absolutely no sodding way I'm writing weather reports. I am the best sodding Quidditch reporter they have and I'm being reduced to the weather. Good fucking Lord, this is shite. Absolute shite.
Right. Well, that's that. The sooner they get us out of here, the better. I already have a headache. Although this rubbish is only partly to blame. Lexie Still haven't heard from her Lexie. It's over I guess there's no use now. It's not as though I'm going to be able to see her now that I'm stuck in here and she's a Muggle, so it's not as though I can just send off an owl. It's not like it matters
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