I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

[alt_ron]

Thanks, Nev.

You, too, Fisheye.


And I thought Tuesdays were going to be good days. Glad this one's over.

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[alt_gredforge]

Yeah. Sorry about that, Ron.

[alt_terry]

Trust Master to make it even worse.

Never mind, Ron. You should still count yourself lucky.

[alt_ron]

Yeah, well. It's over.

And Carrow didn't kill me tonight, so yeah.

[alt_terry]

Don't joke about it.

He has, you know.

[alt_ron]

Not really your fault. You tried to help, but who knew it'd still be on today?

Carrow about did his nut, though, when I couldn't say it out loud. Made me say it again and again and again. I thought he was going to hex me for not obeying him.

So, yeah.

Made me scrub the floor of his classroom with a bottle brush tonight, and he took my wand first and threatened to snap it if I didn't get the stains out all the way. I don't know what his upper years are doing, but I think somebody slaughtered something in there today. Only it was sort of oily, not just bloody. I mean, I've got chicken blood of stuff before, and goat. This was worse. Smelled foul, too. But then, stuff in there always smells like it's rotten.