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*sinister chuckle; writing is deeply scored and uneven*
The professors say my script is legible now. It is time to try something new.
I wonder if anybody can read this. It is strange to have books that whisper back to me, but I will soon learn their secrets.
Professor Flitwick will not let me eat in my room. He does not understand that it is hard to eat in a room full of noise and different smells, and I cannot abide a mess. He is a strange man and his voice is close to the floor. I will leave early, and think of something else if he deigns to notice.
*sits on a bench near the Great Hall, hunched over his journal: a slight, intense-looking first year with stringy black hair and a Ravenclaw badge, snarling softly as he writes by touch*
The professors say my script is legible now. It is time to try something new.
I wonder if anybody can read this. It is strange to have books that whisper back to me, but I will soon learn their secrets.
Professor Flitwick will not let me eat in my room. He does not understand that it is hard to eat in a room full of noise and different smells, and I cannot abide a mess. He is a strange man and his voice is close to the floor. I will leave early, and think of something else if he deigns to notice.
*sits on a bench near the Great Hall, hunched over his journal: a slight, intense-looking first year with stringy black hair and a Ravenclaw badge, snarling softly as he writes by touch*
