Order Only Private Message to Harry Potter and Sally Anne Perks

Bloody hell. Are all third year witches watering pots? I mean, Valentines doesn't go well and they decide they have to cry in the loo for a hundred years? They couldn't've gone and thrown stones at the squid? Or shouted at the stupid bloke that broke their ickle hearts?

And why that loo?

I mean, bloody Myrtle's loo.

Ugh. All right, we'll try again next chance we get, but with Sandoval wanting to know what we're doing every minute, argh. We'll make up something to tell her, but really.

Third years.