Morning comes too early

[alt_draco]

I was up very late revising last night, as there was too much to fit in yesterday, between listening to the new Weird Sisters' album, games of exploding snap with Harry, and my weekly Owls to Mother, Father, and Hydra. The importance of schoolwork surpasses all of that, of course, so I spent some extra time on the finishing touches, just to be sure.

There really is a lot of schoolwork, isn't there? I mean, it is school, so there should be, but Auntie Bella's Hogwarts stories always seemed to be more about fun and games, like shoving the heads of mudblood students into the toilets, or putting jinxes on their shoes that would make the laces tie together and trip them up. Maybe things were just different back when mudbloods were allowed to be students. I mean, things were worse, obviously, but it was probably fun to put them in their place. Now that they're finally there, it's just a matter of forgetting about them. That would be an easier task if they didn't keep popping up in places where they shouldn't be.

Oh god, I just realised that if mudbloods were once students here, then they probably once sat in our desks and used the same sinks and toilets and ugh, who knows what else. What a revolting thought. Sometimes I wish I hadn't been born with such a vivid imagination.

Comments

[alt_theodore]

I wonder if it's true...

[alt_draco]

You could always find out, and report back to me.

[alt_theodore]

Don't you want to see for yourself?

[alt_draco]

See? Yes, I suppose I do.

[alt_theodore]

You and Harry sit with me at breakfast and we can figure it out.

[alt_draco]

Yeah, we'll see, Teddy.