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Who: Romilda, and anyone else who wants to reply
Where: The Entrance Hall
When: Wednesday 27th May
Why: I guess I'm easily amused. And like punishing my characters.
So, like, Loretta is just about to reveal who she saw Orla Quirke snogging the other day, after I've named every bloke I can think of and still haven't even got close, according to her.
"Do I even KNOW the guy?" I protest, as we shove our way down the main staircase on the way to lunch. God, what is with everyone today? "MOVE," I say, pushing a younger year in the back, and she stumbles and clings to the banister.
"You do," Loretta says smugly, and I want her to just tell me already. I couldn't care less about quirky Orla, but the way Loretta's acting makes me think it's some truly scandalous gossip.
"Was it Snape?" I say flippantly.
"Oh my god," Sophie says.
"Yeah," Vicky chimes in. "That is SO gross, Romilda."
"No -" Sophie sounds excited. "Look at that!"
I turn around and for the first time see someone soaring towards the ceiling. I gawk for a moment, then suddenly the crowd parts a little and I seize my chance, jumping down the last few steps. I want a closer look at whatever's going on! Only the floor isn't as solid as I'd thought it would be. I sink into it like jelly, then go flying off at an angle, screaming my head off and windmilling my arms desperately, hoping some really fit guy is going to catch me. What's going onnnnn?!?
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