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</s>This is so frustrating</s>

Sorry to bother everyone again, but I'm having a spot of bother trying to work out a few things.

- I can understand the difference between dollars and £.s.d, but I think the value of things is completely different. Is $100 not a lot of money now?

- I found the library in the castle, but I haven't had a chance to really look around it. Is there a good history section? My history teacher is a bit unwilling to accept that I don't know much of what happened after 1942 so I've got a lot of reading to do. I don't mind that part, actually.

- School in general. It's so </s>confusing</s> different. No uniform, people talk back to their teachers, nobody gets caned for talking back... And I'm far from stupid, but I hadn't ever seen a "mac" before, so I don't see what was so funny when I didn't know how to turn one on. This isn't so much a query and much more of a complaint. Sorry.

- I've been told that I'm too young to get a job. Is this true? I'm fourteen, I'm not a child.

I need 'elp wiv me wee me.

Drinks tonight?

AH HARP HARP HARP HARP HARP HARP

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</s>I really miss Harry. And I really, really miss Ron</s>

The bookstore in the part of town dedicated to magical stores is incredible. Working there makes me worried I'll end up buying more than I should.

˙uʍop ǝpısdn pɐǝɹ oʇ ʍoɥ ʇno ǝɹnƃıɟ oʇ ǝʌɐɥ ll,noʎ ǝʞıl sʞool ˙sıɥʇ ɹo 'ǝʌoqɐ ǝɥʇ ǝsɐɹǝ ʇ,uɐɔ ı

¡ǝuoɥd sıɥʇ ʞɔnɟ :ɐʇǝ

¡¡¡ɹǝɥʇoɥɔɐǝ ʎɐld ǝʍ uǝɥʇ puɐ 'ʎƃuıɥʇ-ǝɯɐƃ sıɥʇ ǝʍ 'ʎƃuıɥʇ-ǝǝʍ ɐ sɐɥ ounɾ 'snɹǝʌǝs ¿sıɥʇ sı ʇɐɥʍ ʇnq ˙ʞooq ɐ ɯoɹɟ ɯ,ı ʍouʞ ı ˙uo ploɥ 'ʎɐʞO



[OOC NOTE: The text is upside down, just FYI.]

[Accidental Voice Post]

There is a sound of someone singing and a shower running.

Ohhhhh, While in the merry month of May from me home I started, Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted, Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother, Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother, Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born, Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins; Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de raaaah!


[OOC: Hear song here]

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((OOC translation: "There is no one who loves pain itself, who seeks after it and wants to have it, simply because it is pain..." Of course, we all know Dean is rubbish at Latin, so the fact that he's quoting classical Latin text is completely accidental. He was probably actually trying to order a pizza.))