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I keep fluctuating between blue, red, and a little orange.

Screw this.

I'm going out for a pint.

Cadwallader boys, care to join in?

Well this is the most interesting thing that's happened to me all week.

These colours would be a lot cooler if I knew what they meant. I feel like a bloody mood ring. You know, those crappy ones that muggles get, which come with some sorta guide about the colours.

When we get out, I might see if George is still selling them. Maybe that guide will coincide with these colours.