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Another night being bored to tears by Gryffindors and Ravenclaws.

I should rightfully assume, of course, that everyone has been waiting with bated breath for another of my missives, and my generous nature causes me difficulty whenever I try to deny the masses access to my majesty.

I have been silent this weekend because I, as most everyone else, have been very diligent in my studies, particularly in Charms and DADA. There is a certain convenience of having two free periods this year, and I intend to make use of every free moment.

In other news, the Quidditch tryouts for Slytherin will be held next week. What with Warrington, Pucey, and Montague all leaving school last term, we need to get new Chasers.

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I know that I have missed you. There are far more interesting things than Charms and DADA, though now that Professor Snape is in charge it is much more enjoyable.

This year is already shaping up to be far more enjoyable than last year.

Any year with you is a perfect year.

Likewise, darling.

I was so worried when you told me that your father was going to send you to Durmstrang. Hogwarts would be unbearable without you.

Please.

Shut it before I chuck up.

Then grab a dustbin and move on. I'm not going to stop doting on my love because you have a weak stomach.

You dote on him everywhere. We already see it. Is it too much to ask not to read you mooning over him as well?

Perhaps you should read something else then.

Alas, my father--well.

Suffice it to say, I am here. I would have missed you, too.

Oh darling, that was insensitive. Please forgive me. Have you heard from him?

Mother and I haven't heard anything at all, other than the lies that those dreadful papers print. I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised. It must be very difficult for him.

Is there anything that I can do to make things easier for you?

You're here.

You already make it easier.

Surely you can think of something else.

Perhaps something else.

Such as?

Perhaps something that's far too private for these journals.

I know it's late, but would you care to go for a short walk?

I would do anything for you, darling.

How short of a walk? I just need to know which shoes to wear.

I'm sure whatever you cram those hooves into will be fine. Now will you please shut it?

This is my journal, Weasley. You don't have to read it just because it's there.

Bugger off. It isn't my fault that you only have one pair of shoes.

If you had someone as wonderful and perfect and brilliant as Draco, you might not be so bitter.

But you would still be poor.

Pity.

Fifteen minutes or so? After all, it wouldn't do at all for prefects to be caught too long after curfew when it's not our turn to patrol.

Excellent point. Meet you in the common room?

I'll be waiting.

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