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Who: Marietta Edgecombe and Morag MacDougal
When: Late afternoon, September 28, 1996
Where: But that is the question!
Why: Because poor Mare is lost.
Currently, I feel ridiculously stupid, milling around this empty corridor and looking out the windows to see if there's anything I recognise. The sad thing is that I know I should know where I am. But I don't. And I know the Healers said that even on my memory potions my blips probably wouldn't go away entirely, but they'd be less frequent and less severe. And I know that forgetting where I am isn't as bad as forgetting who I am, which has happened to me in the past and is a scary thing to snap out of - and be in, really.
Now I just feel stupid. I just want to get to the Library. Or back to my room. Or be anywhere but this stupid, stupid corridor that nobody else is in.
"I'm going insane," I say out loud as I turn around and walk back the other way again.
Especially because now there's a door in the wall I don't remember being there. Oh for Merlin's sake, just how bad is my mind?
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